Down by the river, I looked into a mirror.

Down by the river, I saw my own face.

Distorted by the moonshine,

I saw my own face, saw it break.

Lights of the city reflecting in the water.

Sirens howling, places to be.

Down by the river, reaction time is shorter,

Soul searching to do, my faith to see.

It rings out in the dark, shows me glee,

As finally the water calms down.

A glimpse of my face, pure and fresh.

The wind is strong, my head is clear.

Down by the river, life starts anew for me.

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