Dry Rivers

dead souls dancing their dance 
attracted by the bright and the shining, watching the time pass by.
lost man counting his days looking back on what 
it could have [bad word] been.
but nothing happens, nothing changes. 
these are the last tears i hear you cry, 
you’ve got to take control, 
chase the ghost that still haunts your soul.
i can't remember the last time that i saw you smile, 
unsatisfied or just too tired... 
it isn't worth if it makes you sad, 
so, goodbye, we lost the most grateful path!
i'm not counting my days, 
i keep going forward continuing in my own way. 
because there is no comfort in stagnation 
on the level of water and ice.
rise or fall!
these are the last tears i hear you cry,
 you’ve got to take control, 
chase the ghost that still haunts your soul.
and if we fall, at least we tried. 
this is all i ever had. 
and you should know 
there's no more gold to dredge in this river.