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
Rising over troubled water - vocal