Rivers

Tie me down restrain the thoughts
Flowing through my mind
There is blood on my hands not from my veins
Tears in my eyes stain my face

I Wash my hands clean
Wash them clean in the river

And there will be no more pain tonight
No more words of hate and spite
The storm has passed and I'm still alive
Purge my thoughts of the night you died

You died!
Left me alone!
This eternity!
To suffer!

Now I bask in this shameful prison
Lost in the desert of my thoughts
These visions in my head are all I can see
Remembrance of a time I can not forget

But I Wash my hands clean
Wash them clean in the river

This will be your last sunrise
One last day before the end of your life
You won't breathe this air no more
For this will be the night that you died

As she crawls from the depths
Of this great river all ghostly and pale
With ruined eyes she sees my shadow
In the light of the fading day

Resurrection born from the anger of the dead
River call me home my final resting place

Resurrection born from the anger of the dead
Allowed to walk the earth to reciprocate the deed
And the river remembers Meandering witness Ancient!