A stream running through
The valley of our youth
It's where the river started
Where you'll find my roots
We became lovers but
From you I hid the truth
I didn't want to stay
In the valley of our youth
Fed by the snow melt
High above the tree line
Carrying clean water
To the city so fine
Eventually we married
But I was living a lie
I yearned for the city
As the grass grew waist high
The river ran steeply
Whispered to me so sweetly
As I wasted my life
In the chasm of time
In a torrent of tears
Caused by my lack of trust
I was dashed against rocks
In the rapids of lust
All power and no pity
In the gorge of desire
Giving light to the city
The ember of my fire
In a flood of emotion
Moving slow and so tired
I knew I'd have nothing
When the river met the tide
Losing all hope
Turned back by the surf
I know that I love you
For what it's worth
I lost all reason
Please tell the truth
Should I return to
The valley of our youth.
© Richard Makinson.
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