The Hidden River of My Life

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Suppose the world was not informed by real estate or power lines?

The hidden river of my life, pursued by love

The whispering stone, the valley ford, the candy corn, the spirit finds

Abuse has left me on my side, a single stone

I'm a walker, I'm a dreamer

Treehouse greeter, Pentecostal preacher

I'm a rocker, yeah I'm a schemer

Compost preacher, pioneer believer

A small betrayal, a simple thought to shrug it off, unoccupied

The precious lake, the riverbed, the rising tide

The sad surprise, the day of flags, the flooding fox, the clever chime

Awake my soul, awake my heart and you will find

I'm a walker, I'm a drinker

Safeway shopper, thunder egg reader

I'm a biker, yeah, I'm a beaver

Web-foot walker, trailblazing fever

I'm a lover, yeah, I'm a reaper

Subaru driver, satellite receiver

I'm a trucker, yeah, I'm a chaser

Pig-n-Ford rider, I'm a Nike racer

Gloria in ex-Canemah

Gloria in ex-Canemah