It’s all gone I’ve seen the last drop, the inspiration that flowed like a river has dried up and so it must come to a stop.

I write no more, at least not with you in mind yet still you helped forge me, I’ve been refined.

I am new, my heart is free, and so I write in regards to me.

I’ve taken a step forward into my own life, away from the need for someone else I can be my own light.

Yet still my strength comes from more than just me, I let God sustain me, so I move with the sea.

The river dried up but the sea is boundless I am within it so my opportunities are countless.

So I count it all up, everything I’ve gained, new life, new inspiration, new me, but with all the best old pieces still retained.

So I move with the sea I make it my own, I follow this path, and become comfortable with the idea of taking it on alone.

I didn’t need the river but I’m thankful for the path it made; I followed it to the ocean and it helped me out my grave.

So thanks to the river but I bid it Farewell, with the crashing of the waves, how will I be diffrent, only time can tell.