Author: Al Stravinsky
I sat beside a waterfall and looked into her eyes.
The air was cool, with trees so tall -
Which caught the sounds then, wrapped in leaves,
They threw them back so to deceive me.

I slept beside the waterfall within her rhythmic sighs;
And rumbling, tumbling dreams did call
Me down to drown where darkness keeps
Her pain, and sadness never sleeps.

I dreamt beside the waterfall, a place where wonder hides.
Then passing through a glistening wall
To shifting caves that call and gleam
I find the soul, the source, the stream.

I wake beside a river bed and look into her eyes,
Relieved to see that it is dead.
Now hope grows there and love appears,
No more falling, no more tears -

No more tears.
No more tears.