I will go back to the riverbank’s edge,
And walk barefoot upon the river’s floor,
Gingerly wade the shallow river’s flow,
Slowly searching for flat rocks to collect.
I will not look back because I am scared;
I will be gone to what I have long feared,
And be happier than I was before.
The fear that stood a moment in my eyes,
The cry that lay a moment in my mouth,
Are gone with all I feel now deep inside,
A shiver of courage comes over me.
But I will find the flat rock and more,
Memories unchanged from when I was young.