1617: II. The River Lyrics

I stumble upon a river, one I haven't seen

At peace with itself, and at peace with the trees

It ebbs and it flows, it gives the plants life

The river has not one worry or strife

Yes I wish to be the river, so tranquil and smooth

I'm rough like a rock, and dark like the moon

But the river reflects all the light that is shone

The river gives life, to things that are old

I come to river, some months after June

The river is trapped, in the land it once knew

A wasteland of ice is what it became

Oh why can't the river, just stay the same?

I come back again, right after March

The river breathes life once again but I thought

How could the river just flow once anew?

Though life is reborn, there was pain it ensued

I realized the river is just like us all

It flows and it flows, through Spring and through Fall

But in Winter, it freezes and pushes through March

Until it is once reborn again

Yes I am the river, I flow and I flow

At peace with the world and all of it's love

The pain is a part of me, I will always know

That the ice that I hated, melts and allows things to grow