 This is a metaphorical hymn written for a homeless man who died in New Orleans. He didn't get to have much of a funeral.
River's End The mighty Mississippi, flows to the sea It has little regard for me Fresh runs salty, as it is meant to be This winding river leads us home Some journeys take a lifetime Others drift away too soon Some bitter sweet and often broken And yet what remains Is that the time along the way Be cherished, lived, and not forgotten What can I do, to rescue you? What can I say? My words seem too late. So until the river leads to where you’ve been, I’ll live with your memory, my friend Children’s smiling faces Laughter glides upon the wind They're running free without a care I imagine that was you, so many years ago Before the storms, before the trials Now left all alone, Your Jericho road Lacked one good Samaritan What can I do, to rescue you? What can I say? My words seem too late. So until the river leads to where you’ve been, I’ll live with your memory, my friend So until the river leads to where you’ve been, I’ll cherish you, your memory, my friend |
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