We're all sitting in our own sail boats 
Lost on a river that goes on and on
The tides carry us with the turbulent flow 
To where the river ends at a water fall
So deep and high we won't survive
Oh we won't make it out alive
Drowning will not kill us
Submerged in darkness death will be spontaneous
For unless we choose to open our eyes
Blink several times until our sight adapts
To the luminous light at the front of our boats
That tells us how to row the boat of life
We won't be able to turn around
And row ourselves to safe shores
Where the river begins on a beautiful mountain side
Where soft grass sways and glitters the snow

— your sailing soul