"I swear we spent most afternoons, somewhere in the act."

There's a light on in the room.
Dim in the corner.
I'm tired of all the "what's wrong."
All of these ideas come to me in fragments.
What woke you up?
Was it the horrid screams, the cracks of the whip?
When the heavy rain sweeps me from under my feet and brings me to a river, under a bridge.
In which i see you sitting upon rocks by the shore
Singing softly
Along with the birds
The nature will contrast off your skin
And you'll glow from within.
There was a river beyond the forest It was peaceful there
With the birds singing softly, delicately
And the river flowing so steadily.