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I'm Standing In This River

O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more

Accusations are beneath me, they’re not even worth my time
I can see right through you baby, I was never born blind

My vision is as clear as that water running beneath my feet
There will come a day my dreams will be more than complete

O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more

I ain’t looking backwards on the chains of folks that bind
No Lordy, unlike most I was built from a different kind

I’m hanging onto my own principles and I’m staying strong 
Time’s up, you can’t ever make me do no more wrong

O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more

I’m heading home now, to the place I was born and bred
My feet cleansed by the water so with purity I now tread

With clarity in my mind and my soul once more released
No stopping now until my destination has been reached 

O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more

O' yeah 

I’m heading home now, to the place I was born and bred
My feet cleansed by the water so with purity I now tread

With clarity in my mind and my soul once more released
No stopping now until my destination has been reached 

O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more . . .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 31, 2025 at 12:07 PM
I listened. I loved it. x
Shaw Avatar
August 1, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Ello Mo, any sauce to go with that insolent rib . . . lol
Theraven Avatar
July 31, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Indiana, What pure flow in verse, standing in a river. Can't get this poem and tune out of my head. -Richard
Shaw Avatar
August 1, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Ello Quothy, play on lad, play on . . . lol
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