The Red Marsh
Then I ask him what’s a life worth living,
what ends are there to keep?
Will your coins and golds and pretty things
set your soul and body free?
So I lead him through the murky water
where once I walked alone.
I say take only what you need
'cause it’s a long way down.
It's a long way down indeed.
I pull him by his fragile wrist
and we wade deeper in the mud.
Almost there! I cry, I lie,
And we wade deeper in the blood.