Anna Rudolph

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Too many sorrows. Looking for redemption in life.

Most of my songs are really metaphors. Many are not MY story, but someone's story.

I'm going down to the river, down to the riverside. I'm going down to the river, gonna wash away my tears tonight. I'm going to wash away my temptation, going to wash away all my greed, going to wash away confirmation no one ever cared about me. I'm going down to kneel in the waters. I'm going down to make amends. I'm going down to the river, I'm going down to make it all end. Forgiveness is like the light that you see, forgiveness is like what it is to be free, and love is like something I don't know. Love is just something I've been told Peace is like what it is to mend and greet redemption like a long lost friend. i'm going down to the river, I'm going down to find my soul. The one that was taken from me, I want it back before I get old. I need to sing my song to the waters; I need to tell my tale to the sky; I need to see my pale reflection, I need to do this before I die. is like what it is to be free, and love is like something I don't know. Love is just something I've been told Peace is like what it is to mend and greet redemption like a long lost friend.

31

same as above

Difficulties in life, and looking for a friend. Then realization that everyday can be different.

The world will never spin like this again. Tomorrow so much will have changed, each second clearly not the same. And it is shifting every day. Though I wish it all would stop, I cannot change the truth of what it is. i have never had to try so hard. My efforts haven't got me very far. No closer to what I believe. No closer to that shining star. Dragging dreams along beside, I cannot change the truth of what I hide. Dreamer, I am a dreamer. Playing like I've had a choice at all. Drifting, I've been drifting. Waiting just to hear an angel call. An angel calling me, an angel calling just to me. Sometimes I think I hear but cannot tell. What's being said from heaven or from hell. I do not know what fates would do. Or what they'll say about the way I fell. though I wish it all would end, I know the world won't spin like this again. Dreamer, i'm still a dreamer, but dreams have put my back against a wall. Drifting I've been shifting. Waiting in my heart for an angel call. An angel I could see, an angel calling just to me. But angels can be deceptive, I might not trust an angel if one came. Silence would make my heart break. What if that angel could not speak my name. That angel that I see, that angel calling just to me. Though I wish it all would end, I know the world won't spin like this again. Though I wish it all would end, I know the world won't spin like this again.