The River from The River by A Thousand Colours

When I think of a river, and it's winds and flows
I become part of it's moments, passing as it goes
Like debris that collects on my worried mind
I think about this all the time

Everyone gets old
And we all borrow our souls from the waste
We can't remember
But when i'm lost, you lead me back
Lead me to the river

On the banks of the river, my father led me home
said "Son I'm jealous, these depths I'll never know. But in me you reflect, let that ease your mind."
I think about him all the time

Everyone gets old
And we all borrow our souls from the waste
We can't remember
But when i'm lost, you lead me back
Lead me to the river

Everyone gets old
And we all borrow our souls from the waste
We can't remember
But when i'm lost, lead me back
Lead me to the river

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