when i was six months old there was a price upon my soul they placed me in a basket and sent me down the rapids so all i ever knew was a wicker tomb please lock the door behind me just lock the door after i go i m sorry for my tied tongue i m sorry that you left alone when i replaced the cross with monuments to what i d lost i grew apart from myself and shook until the night fell but all i ever was was merciful well i never got out of those rapids we never get out of the rapids you re still here in some way but i couldn t have known so it s alright