The river of life has rocky rapids
Quick to wash the unaware downstream
To face the inevitable, the waterfall
So grab a rock, a branch, and hold on
Hold on like your life depended on it
Which of course, it always had
Don't loosen your grip for even a second
Or risk being battered by the stones unseen
Love, now that's a different kind of river
One that, just as quickly can wash you away
To drift alone, with no rescue in sight
So hold on to love, as you hold on to life
But holding on to love is a bit easier
Because love is also holding on to you
Vowing never to let you go, to drift away
And more often than not, love means it
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