Tears of Serious

Tears Of Serious Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks And other fears that gather up about their banks One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths Remains nameless all the same, once again, then evaporates Hides, mourning on the shore and then it is no more The other moving liquid body flows by, goes by Serious It turns in pain, winds around the landscape meanderings Serpentines, absorbing rain and young children to its depths No one knows why the river runs so long so deep But there are tears in it originating from old faces Forming on old mountains as they trickle down, cascading Tears of Serious are created from many deaths Now in her depths