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River Whyless
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Iâm not searching for perfect,
Iâm perfecting my search,
To pay the debt they say is high above town.
Itâs buried deep and its shallow,
Iâll pan the river tomorrow,
With the hope that I make my way home,
To a place where our love could have grown.
If the rain fell in sheets,
And washed everything clean,
Then I would be miserable.
Youâd kneel in the attic,
Of you fathers apartment,
Youâd pray, âLord, what can I do?â
But Iâm not asking him, Iâm asking you.
At the top of morning,
And the bottom of night,
You were sleeping closer to him.
I wept in the stairwell,
To our love I said farewell,
I had to just let you go,
To the God that Iâd never know.