Down by the river

I can see the pain
You try to hide

Let it pass let it pass
Don't jump in the river yet

Who put the guns in the hands
Who put the sailors in the ships
Oh shall I tell you a story
About the grown up men who
Build the ships

Little girls and boys
Jump and shout
Playing their games of chance
Oh tell me a story about the little
Girls and boys
Who jump for joy

Bigger mountains
Roll into smaller ones
Fields rolling down to the river
Oh please tell me have you seen anyone
Down by the river besides the fields

Flowers reds and yellows
Reaching for the sky
Already touching it now
Be careful if you think to pick
Perhaps like you it was only waiting
For the moment when you touch the sky

If my songs are sad
Or considered sad
Or something you've had
Sweet life of my life
When there is no other way to deal
with the living.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this years ago when I was young and naive but I'm older now, but the but always explodes.

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