The river rushed past
Going as fast as a whooshing wind
All its memories washed away
I am there praying  
It won’t happen to me any day

I can’t just hope
I need to cope
Because my memories are hanging by a rope

The hills are on a slope
But they say nope as if it’s an imagination but
Their memories are sliding like a bar of soap

I’m a tree
I want to be free
But no one will agree
No one will guarantee
I’m trapped by a gate
With no more fate