(i am the river)
cold clear water
relieve my tangled thoughts
relive the battles lost
no longer
(i am the interstate)
carry me through the night
reaching the other side
recalling the turning tide
no longer
(i am the mountain range)
follow me on the drive
burn in the back of my mind
regretting the younger side
no longer
drive to the cloudy coast
in the morning
telling me stories
of wide open hearts.
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