THE RIVER'S DAUGHTER

 My baby, my baby,
You never tried to claim me,
You held your words,
Like they were thorns,
And gave your love,
To every storm.

You never once stood by my name,
I watched you smile, I stayed the same,
You touched a world,
That i could see,
But never brought the world to me.

You say you know what sorrow means,
But never ask about my dreams,
I speak in silence,
You don't hear,
I live in shadow
You live clear.

Blood may run with silent slaughter,
But I still drift-
the river's daughter.

You looked at me, but never close
You held a hand, but not for hope
And I keep waiting
Soft and still
For you to see
If you will

All I wanted was a glance
Not love, not vows, just one 
small chance
But i bet on hearts
That never bother
And I remain-
The river's daughter.

I am not your blood
I am not your bone
But i have cried
Like I was home

And blood may run, but runs no farther..
Than where you left-
THE RIVER'S DAUGHTER

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