Protect the spirit of the defenceless
Those who wade upon shallow shores

Their light is dimming because the
gradual punishment of the grave.

It keeps them a prisoner that makes
the glow from their soul diminish.

Take them from the waters, dry off their
Tattered memories of what was before.

Because a soul like a wondering man can
Easily become lost in a featureless place.

Wonder not in a diluted haze of thoughts and
life, released from bonds of mortal existence.

Protect the spirit of the defenceless those who
Wade upon shallow shores, so never to get lost