River - Saintseneca

No I’m not dead

Just a head lighter

Gone in the wind

As dust of us requires

I’m already ready for

My arriving departure

Along your river

Would there be enough grace to outweigh

The grave?

Along your side

Would there be enough legs for us to break?

Along your river

I stand dry

Be thou my vision

Hide tide on the crystal seas

And be thou my vision

Run down in the golden streets

And be thou my vision

Cause I’ve never seen nothing

No I’m not dead

Just ahead of the rest

Words weight bearing beams

Always seem to hold everything

Ah but hack through the view

You need them but you do not want to

Along your river

Would there be enough grace to outweigh

The grave?

Along your side

Would there be enough legs for us to break?

Along your river

I stand dry

Be thou my vision

Hide tide on the crystal seas

And be thou my vision

Run down in the golden streets

And be thou my vision

Cause I’ve never seen nothing

Him and her

Hem and Haw

Till all is gone, all is lost

Meanwhile you and I

Euthanize our supplies of alibis

Who am I to ask the questions?

Who am I?