When The River Flows

When the river flows,
When the rain pours,
When the wind blows,
I’ll be crawling on all fours.

When the earth splits,
When the leaves fall,
When the blood spills,
I’ll be standing tall.

When the backs turn,
When the ropes get cut off,
When the bridges burn,
I’ll be alone, running down or taking off.

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