The River

Every night I make my way,

Through and through, if I may,

Here lie some secrets dark and deep,

But yet I go with a leap.

I can't control anything,

I don't seem to have it under control without a wing,

Oh, and how I gallop towards that river,

The river of my very own.

Things can be out of hand,

Yet, securely, I need to land,

For I don't have anything of my own,

And neither have I my future sown.

The river is my only escape,

For the outside world, I proudly drape,

A girl who is undefeatable,

But it is only I who knows about my river of sorrow.