Beneath my river there lies a child
Soaked in dreams
Wandering and pondering
The day she can be free

For this, to her, is a prison
Of hopes and dreams
That can never be

She prays to the gods
Of love, despare, and desire
To come and rescue

Her burdens are quite sensual
Her desires, unlikely
Her love can never be

For without hope,
Her dreams are deadly
To retire, and remain

Beneath her river of dreams.

I wrote this when I was 16, though I wasn't being decieved when I wrote it, I thought this goes along with most of the topics on here. Hope everyone likes it and understands it (lol).

God Bless, Orion