Faces in the River

by Melodi
(England)

Each step she takes confuses the mortal being behind her
He pushes, she denies the force with regret
The tears stain the life she once knew
The person that loved the sweet sense of life

Now she walks on, passing the greenery of the painful screams
They were never fruitful, just painful, for the screams were hoarse
They commenced far and wide to the ears of non-believers
Soon they were swallowed by the majesty of incomprehensible silence

They would slice through the faces in the river
The distilled mountain spring they shattered
Like glass and stone rolled into the earth
They grew the plant of Satan

Out came the downpour of misery and truth
The truth was miserable as lies had chewed its morals
To a foul beast it leered its ugly head
Strangely, it blossomed into a beauty indescribable with human annotation

Deep inside the young girls heart
She knew the song bird had vanished
Even through the darkest storm of Picasso’s frightful painting
Came the essence of horror that a museum could not house

They would slice through the faces in the river
The distilled mountain spring they shattered
Like glass and stone rolled into the earth
They grew the plant of Satan

Shall thy neighbor stomp on thy seeds of Satan’s plant?
With glass and stone building the fortress
Against all the faces in the river
I bid a farewell to the faces I created

Look down upon them and hold your woe
In your heart it burns deep like fire
Stings sourly like lemon juice
I am the creator of the faces in the river

They are mine, and I am theirs