Where the River Flows

There once was a time
When the rivers met
Where we could stand our ground
The water flows fast now

Fighting against the storm
The enemies retreat
It’s so cold outside
Why won’t they go away

The noise of the world
Blocking out their sound
With some sort of enlightenment
Pulsating in the ears

The pictures tell us stories
The blank screen stares
Truth or fiction, who knows
We turn away from the lies

To reach for lines written
The pages appear one by one
A book to open the mind
The chapters of the soul

Read by anyone who cares
To set upon the open road
To go where the river flows
To stand their ground