How deep is the river, The current of time, The bottomless waters In which lives entwine... It ripples on the surface, It bends and it flows, Pulling us under To where no one knows. Swept along helpless, We manage to float, Clinging to the driftwood That we know is hope. The undertow's strong, The waves are so cold, The swimmer is tiring With nothing to hold. Then all of a sudden, Our foot touches ground, We crawl through the shallows The lost has been found.