The River, by Raymond Liang

Morning shatters like sundered glass.
Noon rides on as daylight pass.
Night sets in, a dreamer's mask.

The River weeps, I follow.
Many paths, few hollow.
When it floods, I drown.
Try to scream, no sound.

Morning shatters like sundered glass.
Noon rides on as daylight pass.
Night sets in, a dreamer's mask.