The River Maid

I open the book, stare at the page
As the words lie breathing life
Into a story ageless as gold in the crown of Hera
Oh River Maid
Will you find the strenght to rise against the brigade
She rose from the bank with teard in her eyes
In a gown of moonlight
Shining a diamond arrow onto the stars
She becomes a beacon
Oh River Maid
Will you find the strenght to rise against the brigade
Oh River Maid
Will you hear the soft winds moan the last breath of day
Watch as the mist rolls up to kiss the sky
Echoes will fade and memories die