A river, a river,
Why can't I be,
Just like the river,
So wild and free?
Or perhaps, perhaps,
Might I be a bird,
To take off in flight,
With never a word?
Or maybe, just maybe,
Could I be a tree,
Growing so tall,
Everything I could see?
No, not a river,
A bird, nor a tree.
Being me is just fine,
Because if I never was me,
You'd never be mine.
