Brown Bird
Black Rivers
On the river that runs through meThere's a boat headed out to seaAnd the helmsman's losing steamMore each dayAnd the engineer just sleepsAs the coal burns more violentlyLord help me, I can't sweep the ash awayA cursed river born of a mighty flood by the hand of the AlmightyIt still teems with the blood of a son that I drank into meAnd like a forest obscured by treesMy rivers fill up with boats like theseAnd all these vessels in my veins float like leaves down vines of black riversAnd love's a mysteryLike God's a mysteryMy heart is valve and ventricle and fleshI know not what it meansJust that it burns in meAnd tonight it's not worth venturing a guess
From Letras Mania