Made of flesh and bone

Getting young, growing old

Amidst the mountains, high and low

In this river of Life, I row

Tides of hope block my flow

Winds whisper,

“I told you so”

Guided by wisdom

Taking the path so old,

Seeking courage in this world

So cold

I step into this land of gold

As the river reflects the dreams

I sold

To the fate that had me controlled

Awaiting the future,

Here stands my soul.