The Red River At East Berwick Drive 2
Spirits weep and angels rage as trauma torn children shield their face.
Every ounce of bravery is broken in this dark embrace.
But I flow, so gracefully and carry all these carcasses.
Gouge your eyes as your kindred fades, that is the face of heartlessness.
Hear the story of all these children that I bear inside of me.
Bathe in me and speak to them, lead the way and set them free.
What is lost and what is found is hidden in my ruby heart.
Bathe in me and break this curse, and find the end of every start.
My dear, your every move so artful as you swim with my gentle waves.
Like a firefly in the garden of hope, you sparkle in this crimson grave.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the delta of dreams.
Your heart so full of errors past, splitting open at the seams.
My dear, my water shall cleanse your skin, all regrets will wash away.
I am the eldest body in this world and in my wake all will decay.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the sacred sea.
Your war shall end, I am your bed of peace, all your turmoil stays with me.
Let me paint you gold and red, from your hair down to your feet
Bathe in me and taste my blood, I will fill you with memories oh so sweet.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the eternal beach.
Let me guide you, let me hold you, those holy shores you will one day reach.