He steers me down the River of Peace
the sun goes down and the people retreat
So drown me here and let me glide
down the River of Peace for all of time.
His words are hot as the Indian sun
they hit me hard, a kick, a drum
Then knock me out and end my fight
and leave me here 'til this river runs dry.
This is how I turned my pictures into less than 1,000 words.