The Wooden Boat

The river flowed.... Dark and black Upon it a wooden boat sped, on a river we all dread The sky hung low... Dirty grey The wooden boat..... Sped away No tiller, no oar.... Yet the wooden boat... Sped away Without a ripple or a splash... Searching for a starflash The river flowed... Carrying in depths, so deep, the souls of the dead The darkness showed The wooden boat sped away.... On its' deck... like a tiny star... There my soul lay.... The river flowed.... Dark and black.... The sky hung low Upon the wooden boat.... My soul glowed Like a tiny star so The sky turned , a dirty black There was no going back Down below, the souls.... Screeched and burned Upon the wooden deck.... There my soul lay.... The light burning strong The light, I pray.... Will not go out.... On this darkened day For all around on this night, deepest darkest water flowed... Black as jet My soul, burned bright.... My soul glowed The river... Will not claim me yet Upon the wooden boat.... A tiny star lay It was my soul, being sped away Upon the wooden boat.... Crossing the river Dark and black.... Cold shiver, no turning back A tiny star... Left the wooden boat Up it went Leaving far below The river.... dark and black, The river.... Will always flow The wooden boat.... Forever searching far... On a river,dark and black For a tiny star No turning back.... A tiny star , left a wooden boat Far behind Up above.... The light beginning to show Down below, a river black and dark, continued to flow As for the wooden boat? On it sped.... On a night as black as coal Looking for stars amongst the dead To claim back.... On a river of deepest darkest black A soul....