{"id":391,"date":"2019-08-17T13:42:39","date_gmt":"2019-08-17T11:42:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=391"},"modified":"2019-08-17T13:42:40","modified_gmt":"2019-08-17T11:42:40","slug":"z_wel_8","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/?page_id=391","title":{"rendered":"Z_WEL_8"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">River Without End<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They changed all the names<br>paving over fields where we used to dance<br>They twisted the frame<br>We ain&#8217;t even in the picture no more<br>All we&#8217;re left is grief<br>to replace our shattered belief<br>remember<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">River, it never end<br>Over and over just another bend<br>Heavens asunder may rend<br>but over and over<br>the broken will mend<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We bury our dead<br>knowing they&#8217;ll put a mall on top of the graves<br>The horizon was red<br>now it&#8217;s just a shiny, virtual sky<br>so how much was real<br>of all our youthful ideals?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And it&#8217;s all over now<br>in this defeat<br>everywhere you turn you see deceit<br>And you&#8217;re hearing my words<br>and they don&#8217;t mean a thing<br>but I offer my hand and the songs I sing<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">River, it never end<br>Over and over just another bend<br>Heavens asunder may rend<br>but over and over<br>the broken will mend<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The struggle ain&#8217;t over, it&#8217;s a river without end<br>The struggle ain&#8217;t over, it&#8217;s a river without end<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>River Without End They changed all the namespaving over fields where we used to danceThey twisted the frameWe ain&#8217;t even in the picture no moreAll we&#8217;re left is griefto replace our shattered beliefremember River, it never endOver and over just another bendHeavens asunder may rendbut over and overthe broken will mend We bury our deadknowing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"nosidebar.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-391","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":392,"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391\/revisions\/392"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/matandyvonne.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}