Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years and I merely survive because of my pride
This morning I thought about the fact that I’m the bad person in a few people’s stories, and most of the people who hear those stories will never get to hear my side before passing judgement. But that’s okay too.