A small trail of water,
Gushing like a river,
Boats of dreams floated atop it,
Every one of them came true,
But for the one cursed.
It is how it has always been,
A slope that went all the way up,
To the top,
Never to carry anyone over.
A small trail of water,
Gushing like a river,
Boats of dreams floated atop it,
Every one of them came true,
But for the one cursed.
It is how it has always been,
A slope that went all the way up,
To the top,
Never to carry anyone over.