The shallows are up ahead, I think I'll rest there,
make a rock my easy chair so I can sit there,
shed the burdens and
cast away this life's care
There are shallows up ahead
I think I'll cross there.

There's a mountain to my right,
I may just climb it,
look into the distance of the dark pit,
find that if I fall
the path is well lit, by
others who have fell
before their time.