Riverside

Lone, on my own River side like a tomb, stone

Cold, weaving through an over grown thought hole

Sun settles down resting on the horizon in jest

Almost as if it were mocking the times I'd lie on her chest

Reflecting on the water I look at a rippled face

Wave to the water and wish it some better days

Only time will tell is this beginning or the end

Rest well sunshine I hope to see you again

Lone on my own

Stone cold

Over grown thought hole