The River

The River

One day I saw
My own face on my wall;
It looked like a girl from the streets.

I remember that fall
My own face on my wall,
A vision of faith and defeat.

But the river still runs under me.

Someday I’ll find that love somewhere,
and that someday,
I’ll be right next to you.

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