A dark river flows like liquid night,
Though it’s slick with shadowed fright.
I fail to flee from its grave hold,
For darkness is my calming light.

The winds of sorrow wind past me,
Going by that river free.
I know not else what life could tell,
For cold flowing water is all I see.

The darkness binds me to its bay,
By the beach of its withered way.
I glimpse a whitish wave of light,
Beaming through the bleary day

It's too bright and clear, it makes me cry,
Streaming in to sting my eye.
I dive down deep into the depths,
To avoid the light though I don't know why.