The River Knows

[Verse 1] Misty woods and ancient oaks, Where ravens circle and dead leaves fall. Silver rain kisses weathered stone— The river is coming for us all. Why clench your fist against the tide? Your rage can never stop the flow. [Chorus] Lay down your hands. Release the rage. The river hears nothing at all. King and beggar, oak and stone— Every soul must heed the call. What will you leave behind? A blood-red page? A broken name? Or one last song to calm the flame? [Verse 2] Children gather blood-stained words, Tracing wounds beneath pale stars. They drink the venom of our wars, Plucking poppies from fields of bone. Fathers still teach their sons to fight, While weathered crosses watch the dawn. [Bridge] The rain washes crown and clay. The earth remembers every step, Then claims us all at close of day. [Chorus] Lay down your hands. Release the rage. The river hears nothing at all. King and beggar, oak and stone— Every soul must heed the call. What will you leave behind? A blood-red page? A broken name? Or one last song to calm the flame? [Outro] Clenched fists only breed clenched fists. Let mercy write the final page. The river knows... It flows on, through mist and bone.