There I stood
Gazing helplessly at the endless flow
I stood and watched
As it carried all away
It moved so simply and purely
It washed my feet
So I let it be
There I stood
Filled with all of life's burden
Cursed with life's mystery
Under the shackles of pain, extreme pain
All of me dried up
Poverty raging, Sickness beckoning
Let the river wash it all away and let me rest in purity.
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