There are waves that do not move,
the waters passing through them
I would ride;
Take me, but allow me to survive,
and in surviving my soul can come alive.

Oh river bathe me,
save me,
make me realize what I can be!

Oh river heal me,
steal me,
leave me feeling who I am.

Oh river don’t break me,
make me,
take me to where I am.

I have seen a wave that didn’t move;
the water passing through it
I had ridden,
and it brought me here to this place;
my soul has come alive.

And in the journey’s epitaph
I row away again,
for the end of one river’s journey is
where the rest of my life begins.

Oh river cleanse me,
mend me,
let me see what I can be!

Oh river enrich me,
fix me,
for I am a broken man.

Oh river don’t tease me,
please me,
for I know not who I am.

And on that wave that didn’t move,
The water rushing through it
I once rode,
And it freed me from all the inhibitions
Of myself that I had ever known.