Yes, I know the river flows
I know the stars burn bright.
I know the tree, it slowly grows
Until its dying night.
Yes, I know the wind will blow
As long as the ground stands still.
I know that come morning, the rooster crows
As the sun hits windowsill
But the road is broken, beaten, and marred.
My soul is captured, silenced, and scarred.
For the next moment, just a breeze
Unknown, untamed, like changing seas
I'll guess, I'll ponder, I'll even pray...
I'll know, when tomorrow becomes today.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 3:35 AM UTC
Yes, I know the river flows
I know the stars burn bright.
I know the tree, it slowly grows
Until its dying night.
Yes, I know the wind will blow
As long as the ground stands still.
I know that come morning, the rooster crows
As the sun hits windowsill
But the road is broken, beaten, and marred.
My soul is captured, silenced, and scarred.
For the next moment, just a breeze
Unknown, untamed, like changing seas
I'll guess, I'll ponder, I'll even pray...
I'll know, when tomorrow becomes today.
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