The Rivers Of Time

The rivers of time Will find the future ways, Within steps we climb Fortune to us each plays; Nothing forever is hidden There's a reason for all, Of them we're never ridden Later we reach our call. Rivers are streaming on Making it to the sea, When our steps are done Purpose will set them free; Dark the thoughts may be Unclear the sight to reach, Much further we will see If we hold on to each teach. The rivers of time Flowing freshly through earth, Always new and sublime In each try and birth; Nothing is easy to come We have to try it again, There are fortunes for some When water reaches the glen.