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I was hanging in the balance,

I was balking in the breach, My troubled mind seemed all to near,

And the world was out of reach, I was trembling in the cold wind,

In turmoil and despair, I was dying by the wayside, And the world didn’t seem

to care.

I am the reason that there’s a world at all, And if I lose my grip the world

will surely fall.

You are your own mystery,

You may never ever get caught, Just because your not to blame, Don’t mean it’s

not your fault, You don’t seem to heed the warning, But your sure you know

what’s right, But do you ever wonder, If you really see the light.

You are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if you lose your grip the

world will surely fall.

It’s time we know the river’s depth, It’s time for you and me, It’s time that

freedom really meant, Really meant being free.

We are where you and I meet,

We are what must be done, We are where the cries of the many, Become the voice

of the one, We must come to the rescue, Of a world that’s divided and torn,

But first I must know, This is why I was born.

We are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if we lose our grip I will

surely fall.

I CAME TO KNOW THE RIVER'

S DEPTH

I came to know the river’s depth,

On a bright and sunny day, I came to know the river’s depth, In the early days

of May,

I sat upon its banks to ponder, The fulness of the flow, Nothing else was on my

mind, But just to watch it go,

I came to know the river’s depth,

And my eyes were not to see, As if from my heart it poured, This fountain of

dark mystery,

I was caught up in creation’s swirl, To see life in its true worth,

The taming of the white heat to mend, The stitch that binds death and birth,

The ghost of air that haunts my breath,

And out beyond the very sky, The dawn asked the sun to rise, The moon is the

night’s reply,

I came to know the river’s depth, I sank thru its realms like a stone,

And a flower grows in the meadow green, When the flesh does offer bone.

The music of the thunder’s voice,

Plays unto the lightning’s dance, Sweet sleep descends to the wearies bed,

To give the dreamer’s dreams a chance,

All is beauty in beauty’s eye,

And all is pain to the wounded heart, And if we could but know this end,

We would know just where to start,

But temptation is an angry guide,

And envy seems to mock your way, But this spirit is stronger still,

Than all that man could do or say,

And now I know I can abide in peace,

And harmony for evermore, Because I came to know the river’s depth,

When I let go of the shore.

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