There is a river,
It flows through the loam of my emotion.
It washes away my pain
But ,spent by it will my spirit remain.
Through the swirls of my dark
I have yearned for you
And in my dreams
I have let you drink me through.
There is a river,
It flows through the loam of my emotion.
It washes away my pain
But , spent by it shall my spirit remain.
Like a mirror of truth
You've shone my lurking desire
Now it's only light that I will seek
With a thirst like that of the unbound fire
nourished by the winds of gloom ,so cold, so bleak
Now its light ,only light that I will seek.
Even with a speck of belief
I will follow you
On a twig of relief, will I float
No ,not the unseen destiny ,
I aim to reach
But in front of your flow of heal
Will my wounded soul kneel!!
Here is a river,
It flows through the loam of my emotion.
It washes away my pain,
Enriched in it , will my spirit, its grace, regain.
