The River Maid

I open the book, stare at the page

As the words lie breathing life

Into a story ageless as gold in the crown of Hera

Oh River Maid

Will you find the strenght to rise against the brigade

She rose from the bank with teard in her eyes

In a gown of moonlight

Shining a diamond arrow onto the stars

She becomes a beacon

Oh River Maid

Will you find the strenght to rise against the brigade

Oh River Maid

Will you hear the soft winds moan the last breath of day

Watch as the mist rolls up to kiss the sky

Echoes will fade and memories die