I have crossed over a river or two

I have crossed over a river or two,

And once athwart the ocean blue.

A pair of tracks for a train to ride,

Roads that dashed lines do divide.

But over time I held much inside.

A friend crossed my path one day,

But never did return to my dismay.

My heart was crossed by a few chaps,

Yet soon their coming began to relapse.

They were lost along the path, perhaps.

A newborn strength was possessed,

As no distress was seen expressed.

For to my heart did I adhere,

And it would never be unclear.

Yet I hurt more than I appeared.

I crossed over a river or two,

Wishing to sink and bid adieu.

Athwart the ocean blue I went,

And my survival did I lament.

Of cars and trains I had crossed

I hoped the brakes would exhaust.

In spite of that, I fear the depths of demise

So do not fret; one day the sun will arise.