carrying stream
S.Miller/E.Burton - PRS/MCPS
She was only sixteen years
From earth scarred by battle, trampled by fears
She stared into the darkness and plotted her escape
Leaving all she’d ever known
Familiar sounds, the one who’d watched her grow
A leather bag patched up at the seams
To hold it all
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon
New-found views of a stark unknown
Autumn falls on her new life alone
Worry folded in every corner of her heart,
Just carry on
Arriving with the turning tide
The queen of winter sits by her side
Strong hands guide her through the wrecking nights
She won’t let go
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon
Weathered by the aching storm
That never forgets where you’ve come from
Memories ring louder with each word
Their voices speak of crisp new air, time has won
How rivers guide the ageing sun
Those same winds cradle her home again
Where she can sing along
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon