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....
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