in a world of sadness

walking down this lonely road
some people call it earth im told
spreading all this pain it brings me
shame to hate my life to debate on
the world. what should i do, were
should i go. i dont know, make the pain stop
but let the red river flow .



the red river flows, but the pian dosen't go
falling into a black hole the earth formed
from my sorrow, from peoples pain of loss
the river is like a boss for pain but it has
to flow