The Journey

Waters to forever Black to keep me sane Tide-line's time-lost; never Would I pray to stop the rain

They say two small coins are All you need to save To cross that darkest ocean With the tallest frigid waves

The screaming, lost in anger Skulls made crude through hate Self-love taken over All smashed against the gate

So give your shoes and shelter Give your harvest too You'll need them all for later When that river moves for you