Take Me to Your River

This song was inspired by Leon Bridges song titled River.

I've sinned.... more than you can believe.

I spend....every minute pretending its unseen, envisioning a different me.

Been on this cold blooded road so long, I settled down and now I don’t wish to leave.

Been convinced “I ain't s**t,” so long, how can the kid succeed?

Read pain in every one of my songs, indeed, through my pen I bleed.

Is it wrong, honoring what’s gone? Rather be wrong, than know where forgetting lead.

You say the water is calm, smooth, and when the sun shines on it, you see a blissful bling.

Pick the weight off your shoulders and as you watch it skip, every sin you clinch is freed. Well…

Take me to your river, I want to go….

Take me to your river, I want to know….

Will it rid me of my demons? Can it at least silence their screams?

What miracles are in this stream? I mean…..Where is this thing?

I want to watch my trouble float on, perhaps hold on to memories 

See the dirt on me, and hurt I seen; I don’t think your river cleans!

But still will you take me to your river please? I want to go!

Dip me in your river, I’ll surrender and enter with my eyes tightly closed.

When you look in my eyes, you’ll see why I hide behind the fake smile I show.

Said so many bad things I know…

My lips are unclean. I doubt God would invite me inside his home.

Take me to your river, I want to go….

Take me to your river, I want to know….

 

Leon Bridges:

Oh, I want to come near and give you every part of me.

But there is blood on my hands, and my lips are unclean.

In my darkness I remember, mamas words reoccur to me.

“Surrender to the good lord, and he'll wipe your slate clean.”

Take me to your river, I want to go….

Take me to your river, I want to know…

 

I have been traveling these sad roads for so long; Tears make it hard to see.

Heart is confetti, Hardship is steady, Mind is where hopelessness is heavy and darkness breeds.

Where is your river? I have blood on my palms, you see?

I have nothing to deliver, will your river still open up its arms to me?

Will it be rigor? Will it remember to sever the pressure that has become like bars to me?

Or the expectations that have become scars, making it hard to breathe?

How many sinners has this water seen? Is there… a limit for the wrong you bring?

Most would tremble witnessing the awful thoughts I seen.

 I used to be an angel…but pain will enslave you and make you chop your wings.

I am obsessed with what this river is offering; I want to give it every part of me.

Hard to love, when there’s relentlessness to harness grief where my heart should be.

I can’t stop hearing mama’s silent agony hollering, “Burying your child is the hardest thing.”

 

Take me to your river, I want to go….

Take me to your river, I want to know…

 

Will I see my reflection in the river? The man I see in the mirror isn’t me.

I sit here alone in darkness… bitter, feeding sadness to my misery.

Used to live for the moment, and then time vanished instantly.

I couldn’t reestablish what a minute means. Madness pure is a viscous thing.

Liver is made of liquor, bad habits, diamonds mixed with sticky trees.

So you see I need this river, only diving into this river interest me.

I refuse to give up now… I have kids to feed. I’m begging you to bring me on bended knees.

Want to see what they do when they look at me saying. “You’re the best dad ever” ambitiously.

Take me to your river, I want to go…

Take me to your river, I want to know…

Leon Bridges:

Dip me in your smooth water; I go in as a man with many crimes

Come up for air as my sins flow down the Jordan.

Oh, I want to come near and give you every part of me.

But there is blood on my hands, and my lips are unclean.

I want to feel the relief this river guarantees, and then focus on achieving all my buried dreams.

I want to feel rain drops kiss my skin, and carry me…to a place I never dared to see.

Take my first breath of air, experience clarity.

Then take my loves hand, apologize for the man I was, stuttering, “Will you marry me.”

Feel like a child with her blushing, giggling embarrassingly,

Whispering the sweetest words ever heard is when happiness hit us terribly.

I always thought the river was a place, but it was never there you see.

The river is writing, because writing is the only place there is… where I’m free.

Let me take you to my River, you want to go?

I’ll take you to my River, if you want to know.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts leading to very good ending.
"I always thought the river was a place, but it was never there you see.
The river is writing, because writing is the only place there is… where I’m free."
I believe writing for the some of us. Is our peace. I liked the above lines and I agree with them. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[AquaWater5674]

I really found this very interesting...like a mantra...take me to your river...a mantra ...a Venice Hymn..as penned here by a pensive...insightful writer..
Very Well Done...
Debbie