Black River

Still searching for my way The right way to be Still pondering What i've done I'm still thinking what i've said Still finding from within And all that i know Is still not enough I'm being held by the one Shadow tormenting my soul The curving neck of the swan The slow turning of a bird's head So white its plumes and feathers Its breast like the moon in water Silent and tranquil it moves On the river in the calm I wander back on familiar roads I sense the marks i left on the hills I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds They make me muse on life Up the hill and the mountain I look back, i look down There flows the river of death And here the wind in my hair