The river flows My feet washed clean again Letting go Of the weight of what was said We keep reaching Wanting to believe In something greater Beyond the last reprieve Open doors Roads of sun baked dust Wooden floors Kissed by time and all who crossed But those creaky boardwalks Seem to sing in tune To something greater Than this moments bloom And father time and mother nature will take their course While the children drink deeply From whatever well they choose as their source Here I am What was felt Is so much more than what was said Here I am Moving forward While retracing where we've been What if there's more here There could be more here There's something more here There's so much more here