Deep water lies still before me.
Waiting for what always comes.
As sure as the headwaters split the rock blocking it.
As sure as the tide returns to the sea.
As sure as the river flows to the ocean.
As sure as it is waiting for me.
Deep water lies still before me.
Waiting for my erosion to complete.
As sure as the blood flows through my veins.
As sure as the tears that clean my sight.
As sure as the thirst that can never be quenched.
As sure as it is waiting for me.