I weep for a weeping world
beside a creek full of woe
Can there ever be a light for me?
Brighter than the sun used to be.
The river flows onward without a
feeling of sorrow or even a mess.
It is a feeling, nothing more or less.
A symbol of eternal consciousness,
This river could be you or it could be me,
forever running towards the sea.
It is a river, nothing more, nothing less
winding around the curves and bends,
flowing briskly, sometimes slowly
inexorably to its end.
One more tear of mine would not matter
I am but a tiny thing on its platter
But, if I weep no more
The world will be a better place,
full of wonder and full of grace.
A simple understanding that we are all
part of this Human Race.