I dream of a little stream
That'll float me away in peace

Yes a lil river
That snakes like a slither
But without its legs to deceive

I ponder a wonder
In a heaven asunder
The world and its wicked ways

I dream of a means
To discard all my being
Whatever this cost
I will pay

I dream of gun powder
Or a voice louder
For a god to hear what I pray

Yes the last hour
Or some divine power
To make this life
Worth the stay