The mouth of the River

It’ll open up wide
And it’ll eat your hide
We’ll all die a bit inside

So don’t give up at all
And in the river fall
For no one will hear you call

Imminent collision
Is all I envision
But, it’s not my decision

To give or take away
To go… or hold at bay
All the things I might betray

I can’t fight this river
So with fear I shiver
And with hatred I quiver

All The same I must fight
For I know I am right
I know I must end my plight

If it costs me my life
Then I might flee the strife
And dull the point of the knife