The River

[dahriel]

It's hard to choose a path
when I don't know what I'm looking for
colourful umbrella can't save it
neither can a book of secret legends

there's a precious thing I've lost
in the whirlwind of war
and I can't say whatsoever
where did it go searching for home...

Living beyond the windows
I watch reality pass by
and my body grows older
as I realize not
there are days when I can hardly breathe
of the loss and my surrender
life never could be so fresh
so wonderful again

There used to be times
when I sensed it being close
but what does it need, where does it go
I still know not
I do not wish anyone to save me
though there are days
when I'm going crazy from the lust
and I'd rather die a painful death
than being alive a single day
without that river, without my way...