and the river runs deep…

 

the river is filled with tears hundreds of years of injustice
the judgments of foolish men sentencing all to hell’s abyss
innocence the defendant while those guilty are judges

 

nightmares or dreams denied…

 

moonless night when thoughts turn back to what has been but cannot be
old events unchangeable but reassessed in the darkness
how well night conceals our fears the flaws of life gone by dawn

 

the days of wine and roses…

 

when young we’re spendthrift
using our days to purchase
the dreams of others
but life’s depreciation
soon leaves no funds for our dreams