by AnnMarie McGovern-Theriault

Created on: June 17, 2008

The river is shallow, in parts it's so deep,
But,deep in the shadows my soul it does keep.
The people they know not of where I may lay,
And I wish,I hope I pray,they find me here one day.

I cannot rest beyond these waves, and currents oh so cold.
"Sleep my darling withered child" by killed I was told.
And with hands as cold as ice, he threw me here to lay,
So he hoped, that not so soon, they'd find me here today.

Now, if you pass the river, and find me here asleep.
Even if they find me, my soul the river keep,
Shall be here til the sun does fall, unto the wretched Earth.
And then within the waves with me, in Heaven, you'll rebirth.

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