Rivers

Rivers

 Uncaring as the silent waters.
Wicked as the sea.
The life is running short my love,
Gushing out of me.
Don't ask me for the answers,
For you never hear my pleas.
The life is running short my love,
Gushing out of me.
If madness is an infection,
Then I have your disease.
You never stop the burning,
Stolen from the trees.
Calm me down quick as fire,
And shape my destiny.
As we dance we remember,
How quickly time doth flee.
Uncaring as the silent waters.
Wicked as the sea.
The night is running short my love,
Gushing out of me.
Don't ask me for the answers,
For you never hear my pleas.
The night is running short my love,
Gushing out of me.