There is a River

Dedicated to my Native American Heritage

There is a river waiting for me on the other side
eternally flowing from the tears I’ve cried.
And waiting for me there are those who have gone before
who will greet me with open arms forevermore.

There is a river waiting for me that never runs dry
where kindred spirits reign when their bodies die.
And waiting for me there are those who have gone before
who will greet me with tears of joy forevermore.

There is a river waiting for me that is filled with souls
of friends and lovers no life on earth could hold.
And waiting for me there are those who have gone before
who will greet me with a smile on that distant shore.

There is a river waiting for me where the sun always shines
and it is waiting for those that I’ve left behind.
And waiting for me there are those who have gone before
who will greet me with a warm embrace forevermore.

There is a river waiting for me that runs to the sea
where all sorrow is drowned and my heart is free.
And waiting for me there are those who have gone before
who will greet me with a kiss and I’ll feel pain nevermore.

There is a river waiting for me on the other side
eternally flowing from the tears I’ve cried.
There is a river waiting for me on the other side
that spilled its banks the day before I died.

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