Without a river

Sometimes we wish

that life would be a simple path

a path which takes us places

to discover beautiful things

but then we wake up and it is all over

So life is not a simple path

it is not a path easy to take

Nobody chooses hardship

We wish for laughter

Nobody choose tears

We wish for calm tides

The stream of loneliness 

is a path often taken

we are all alone it seems

we suffer alone

deep in our sorrows

All alone

and we smile so nobody questions

We don't want to choose tears,

so we cry alone without a river.