Despite the deadly cold
Of the night and day
I refuse to freeze—
Remaining on the go…
My waters may be old
Rippling on the way
But like a winter breeze—
This river continues to flow…
With oppressing snow and hale
You’ll never quarantine-stop me
For faith always has my freeing bail…
Insuring my run to the liberating sea—
With flowing water-eyes still on the prize
Old man liberating river remains on the rise…