Rising Over Troubled Water

I shall rise over this troubled water and when I do,

The torrent of death shall set me free!

To fly like a bird over the mountain to see;

The birth of spring throughout the valley,

Where flowers dance with the soft breeze,

The lullaby of a bird tending to its young, and

The buzz of the honey bee, shall sweeten my senses.

And once again, I will survive the hell

That I was in, knee deep.

Rising over troubled water - vocal