We had no perfect flow that let us float peacefully down the river at sunset
Our time together has been an unpredictable ride of rough waters and smooth bends
Sailing down the river at dawn and not stopping
Even when the stars come out and all we see are the white caps of hell
Pushing and pulling, trying to wash us from the safety of our raft
We persist on against the odds and negative tongue of others
Because even though the ride has been almost too much
We still cling together with a death grip of our slippery hands
Knowing somewhere along the line the sun will rise and the bend will be smooth
Opening up into something so worthwhile
That we'd go through this hell of a ride again and again
Because what we have has always been worth it