The River

A silhouette in the light A face hidden beneath a bone veil The winds sound a distant voice A wolf in sheep's clothing A martyr beneath a mirror Every whisper I hear Every breath down the back of my neck Senses can be fooled so easily But this runs deeper This is in my bones Counting down the days Dragging out the weight Blurred lines evade the light A wolf in sheep's clothing A martyr's disguise Every whisper I hear Every breath down the back of my neck Senses can be fooled so easily But this runs deeper This is in my bones I could have sworn you lay in the ground In my sight Yet so far out of reach Take this misery Drown it with my memories So they can never be found Follow the river down To where the waves break I just watched the waters rise And take a life --- The River - Sylosis