Down Down the River
Is a tributary
To the west,to the east
To the North , to he death of many
Many have been here
Against the wind
Some with the wind
Yet some won
Some failed
So is life
It has a tributary
Easy to never go death but north
If you are with the wind
But to be glorious, you need to go the way rarely went
You need to fight the wind
And carry a medal of scar as your victory belt
