When Iím alone by the lake at night,
I sit on the pier thinking quietly to myself.
The only movement is the moon jumping
over the ripples made from the drops of my
heart that were abandoning my soul.
The heart knows that water can change a rage
of fury into tranquility, so my mind
set her free. The water took my heart
willingly and softly let her ebb to the shore,
cleansed of hatred. The life entered
into me and I was alone no more.
For I had the best that the world could offeró
a cleansed heart full of life.