[before the flame takes all] the river The river is no more than a small creek, a small creek that runs ever so deep. It's as thick as honey, worth as much as money. It was where friends met, Where enemies ensnared others in their net. It was where goodbyes were said, Where mothers tucked their children into the waves of the riverbed. [before the flame takes all] The power of this river is nothing but a drop, A drop of the water that grows crop. A drop of the oceans that save, Oceans that overlook a little cave. Help, Heroics, Hurt, Hinder, How many things can a little river be? [before the flame takes all] [before the flame ends all] [before the flame takes the river] [before the flame takes the people] [beginnings all have ends] [just like water always has a fire close behind]
idk *shrugs* poetry ig :) probably gonna unshare sometime edit : why do I actually kind of like this? minus the stuff in [ ]
