I guess love is like a river
Or a brook, perhaps
Because you never know what's
About to fly and pass
You like a day gone fast.

Never really going
To a certain time
Or place.
Life and love go hand in hand
Like the river we all face.

You can't swim to the
Other side....
But you can't just walk.
Too deep.
You want to go back to sleep.
You can't. The stress's too steep.

Sometimes you just need
To take a boat.
A stranger passes by.
In that instant, then you know:
Friends will help you cry.

Friends are your boat
Across that river.
Your shoulder to lean on.
The smiling face in a sea of fog,
To pull you out to land.