Out in the wilderness
my mind is a vast open field of
longing,
heartache,
waiting for when you open up to me
I'm lost without you
yet i long to be in our future
When will our red river run white?
will our white river ever run blue?
I fear for my heart
as the pulpitations harden in your absence
an the suffering is mild
but i cannot disclose this to you,
So reassure me baby
before my river runs black.
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