If I could listen to the river (Tay)

I guess I was born near a river: I remember my first trip there. And when my Dad had some time, he only had one thought: let's take my daughter to the river. Water, light and smiles playing together, and I couldn't ask anymore.

Then I grew up or I pretended to do so. I reached the river Tay. I listened to its pride, its pain, its tales.

And when I feel deaf to the world and I still can't understand why we get lost in nothing, I have one desire.

To get back to a river and listen to Him. I just miss the River Tay.