24 Hours

Move onwards to the river’s edge as the flow of time goes by, Catch the last of the passing breeze before those waters run dry. The rusting chains of yesteryear should be left upon the ground, Let spirits travel to the west on roads of the freedom bound. When everything falls into place comes the hour for to rest, And as the children drift away pray they may be forever blessed. Paint pictures on the rolling clouds that carry the dreams of youth; Draw circles around the words which capture the lines of truth. Then wake within the morning’s light and give thanks for the day to come; Yet look back to that river’s edge to recall the life been done.