There was a boy by the river
Sitting on the edge of the falls
He is crying tears of regret
Of mourning and of hate.

In his hands are a picture and top hat;
Memoirs of his parents' lost love.
He holds them up to the heavens,
Asking god what went wrong.

The moon shines down,
gods face from heaven.
"You'll be alright.
It just wasn't meant to be."

The river swept his tears away,
Along with his regret, mourning, and hate.
The last leaf fell from a tree, 
A symbol of his letting go.

He gathered himself together
Stood up for a while before leaving.
He took one last look at the place
Then went home to kiss his mother goodnight.