The River

I'm going downtown to the river
to see my mother cry.
The water from her eyes
were that of a disguise.
They're merely trickling from the river.

As I made my way to the river,
I wish I said goodbye.
Instead I'll hold her hands
as she leaves this land
and finds herself floating down the river.

Someday I'll join you in the river,
wearing a black suit and tie.
For now I'll curse the gods,
pretending they're not a fraud,
as they pull you down along the river.

I finally made my way to the river,
only to see it run dry.
I guess this is nature's way
to say there's no doorway
to see you again floating down the river.