Down by the river. .
Where the rocks are turned pale.
Down by the river.
Behind me was a tree.
I let my thoughts wonder.
I ponder what my life is suppose to be.
The wind speaks it's song,
and the river flows along.
A dance that I’m lucky to see.
What am I going to do with me?
A butterfly fly’s by, and doesn't stop to look behind.
We can learn a lesson form that butterfly.
The past is the past, don't forget it, but move on from it.
The future is the future, don't worry about it, but don't forget to dream it.
The present is the present, it is where you want to be.
It is where you will meet me.
The longer we look behind the worse it seems.
If we learn to let go.
To brush it all off.
To stand up and sing, or dance along.
To stop and smell the roses.
To live life to the fullest.
Then we will be like that butterfly.
Not a care in the world.
Not an ounce of unhappiness.
You will be full.
Not be able to ask of anything more,
because we have everything we want.
Everything we need.