River (Draft 2)

The Soaking

She crossed a river, and
she’s not coming back.

You’ll never know
the way it’s been, and
how she stirred things up.

First thing, she said
she’d have a bacon
cheeseburger, and
bring one home, but

I was born by sorrow
in a homey wreckage, just to
wash worry stains from
the bodies in the street, yeah

it’s been a long soaking time since
bloody muddy murders flowed
like a criminal rhyme for
the river beyond, yes

it’s been a long soaking sorrow
washing worry, and
stains never go away

So I was born by sorrow
just to see
her daddy float away, yes
and she’s alone, and I remember
like a joy in toe
how she took a step at one,
and a billion steps since

It’s been a long soaking sorrow
since she floated away. But
let me say just how I sent

her to the crossroads, and
it’s been a billion steps, no,
a long soaking sorrow since.

Yet across the waters
many have gone, I know
but sorrow says no

she’s lost across a river,
like a rhyming criminal joke
and yet she’d vowed
to call back, so

she took a billion steps
(Always stirred things up)
(she did), and
first thing, she said
she’d have a snack

It’s been a long time, and
I can smell the bacon now, been

a long soaking sorrow since
she crossed on over, and
she promised to call back.

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