There's a river that divides us
it's not one you can see
but it is undeniably there
you can try to wade through it
but you'd lose everything in the process

It's not really a choice we have
it is merely fate that decides
which side we land on
We can talk to each other
regardless of what side we're on
but we'll never fully understand

My hands are rough and scarred
and yours are soft and smooth
yet both of us know the pain
of being divided by something
we never got to choose

You ask if I might cross over to you
and I laugh but it's not funny
because I can't
to try would be a lie
to deny everything I am
is not something I can choose to do

Maybe some day
they'll let us build a bridge
so that maybe for once
we might really get a chance to understand

But for now I watch
as it seems like neither of us
can find happiness where we sit
but there aren't any stones
to build a bridge
so we wait
and hope maybe
you can still hear me
over the roar of the river