On the river blue,
There swam a swan of silver,
Free it once flew,
Believing it was a winner.

Before its wings were cut,
By the one it once trust.

It gave up on its love,
Right there on the river blue,
Whilst the moon was shining above,
The distance between them just grew.

In that water deep,
Fire burning bright was reflected,
The swan would no longer weep,
It accepted that it was rejected.

It may never fly,
But it can still swim,
It won’t die,
Although it’s faith is dim.