Like a River

There's a river that flows Although it can't be seen. It is pure yet wild But mostly serene. It has no beginning And it has no end. It's more than a lover And more than a friend. It hates and it hurts And it slams and it kills. It loves and it touches And it soothes and it heals. It's sky and it's earth It's black and it's white. It's life and it's death It's dark and it's light. To each of us here None see it the same. But to all who have felt it It carries the same name. It is happiness and sorrow Tears of pain and of joy. It's a smile and a frown It's a girl and a boy. It is love.

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