This river I own it's so unclean,
It's dirty wild and untamed,
Silver runs through its weakest seal,
Released gushing running ,
Satisfied tamed and clean,
Released,
grows bigger and thicker,
I watch ,
fall to sleep and the dirt becomes pure,
This is the rivers cure
For now it flows free without me,
But still people will see its complexity,
For one river holds many meanings,
But the truth is said while it's bleeding