The Red River A sea of much sorrow Implying the absence of tomorrow With nothing looking to change So does the red river range No haven to turn to We're in a cave of ignorance With a clear hatred preceding We can very well guess our fate Pride gives rise to evil More than we can conceive Yet not in excess of the past For such feelings last And then are cast And coerced on innocence My association is with the giver And not with the red river For the latter yields but hate Enough to make one shiver And realize their fate The Desert (Red River Part II) The red river flows over And so then do we know Life is not a gold flower nor a four-leafed clover And so it is time to go To repatch what should have been And to eradicate the demons within The desert is an endeavor Not to be assumed by the unclever But by those who'd seen the red river And had shivered And had perceived its loathsome nature And had sought to overturn fate Paradise is nearly here With nothing to fear No need to shed a tear All to be done is to embrace the love From here, and not from above And so it is time now, my friend To send the loathsome red river To its end The Garden (Red River Part III) What had once been is now gone Ignorance has died and has left no spawn We are in the garden Our worldly heaven right here With nothing left to fear And so, love, I strike you with an embrace For now I see your face Your eyes flowing through Into me Into the sea Setting me free And no one has a clue How much I love you The garden is a wonderful place No creeds, no race Only self-living, But with plenty of giving, Of a love, One not from above, But from me As a testament to thee Along with yours And so does it pour Over and over again To no chosen end
