When I spoke to the riverside I told him my fears If the river was an ocean, I would have shed some tears Insecurities running through my head Like a car changing all its gears Dangerous to be concerned, my Lord said What men think of you, I heard But I couldn't help but think What they said about me These were people who mattered— This was someone who mattered If I've fallen on my face like a buffoon And my intentions been miscontrued But when I spoke to the riverside I told him my fears Don't really be concerned, he said, my dear What people think of you is not the truth Maybe they matter, and you're just a youth But you be yourself, you do your thing They might come around and see your deal And respect you for all you do When I spoke to the riverman, He told me, my fears Do not really matter, my dear And I've known before Because the Word told me And in a new light I came to see That good things we know, we should do That we may become the light we seek I'v...