A thousand rivers flowing,   Further every day.   Each it's own direction,   Carry me away.      Lost beneath the current,   Muscle skin and bone.   A thousand little pieces,   Floating on their own.      Parts were seen a drifting,   Through valleys deep and wide.   Others through the meadows,   And some they couldn't find.      Of all my lonely pieces,   The only one I knew,   This broken little heart of mine,   Was floating back to you.