In my most hopeless days,
Lost in pitch black caves,
There's waterfalls
And dripping stone walls.
It's so perfect and amazing.

You may only naively believe
There's waterfalls and all perspectives
And when you see the light
Or go for walks at night
There's waterfalls, but you can stay dry
In the Universe,
Or in death and birth.

I always wonder at each, my mother
And right before I die,
Or start to tell a lie,
There is a spark drowned out.

In my heart's a hiding place
There is a moonlit lake,
And there are waterfalls on the way down there.