If all my roads turn to rivers.
Who can tame my waters once they decide to rise? Not I.
Not whilst they mar my coffer with ferocious, ferric fists,
thrashing at my ticker’s tides,
braiding, my vessels knots and twists.
Who can tame my waters once they decide to rise? Not I.
Not whilst they mar my coffer with ferocious, ferric fists,
thrashing at my ticker’s tides,
braiding, my vessels knots and twists.