The River That Runs Dry
The river that runs dry,
was a lonely dark, dark river, so dark the sadness from the river dried up the river was so silent you couldnt hear just silence anymore you could hear the whispers of cry's of helpless children, and parents crying out, in so much pain even that is unforgivable, being betrayed by your loved ones. One dark, dark, night went by, the river that ran dry, its a river that holds no more tears, the tears running down into the river by tears from people's faces. There's no more broken promises, no more stab's in the back, no more tears are flowing with sorrow and pain. The river runs dry because, the river is silent, the river is dried up with no rough rocks and no rough paths to go through, no waterfalls running with tears because they've all been lifted up unto a peaceful place, because a brighter light of a loving home has arrived for them all with flowers that bloom in the meadows of green pastures.
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