Enter  the  Ghost  Lake.

The  waters  whisper

Of  something  brooding.

No  way  out  of  here.

Slow  smouldering,

Slow  rain    heat.

Lapping  at  your  skin

Pulling  you  down  again.

I  wish  that  I  could

Fan  back  to  life

The  dying  embers

Of  my  long  lost  passion.

Descending  deeper.

With  black  as  my  light.

With  twist  and  turn.

All  men  will  be  tried  in  life.

We  look  for  light  to  call.

The  call  to  save  us  all.

Lest  we  fall  to  our  knees.

The  death,  we  kiss  his  feet.

Oh,  sacred  mother  come.

For  our  fate  is  done.

In  blindness  do  we  run

Always  backwards.

The  care  of  many

Was  lost  in  my  hands.

The  sickness  came  in

Floods  of  torment  and  woe.

My  withered  body.

Aching  and  bone  tired.

My  christ  who  art  lord.

Hold  me  down  again.

Knee  bent  and  head  held  low.

Eyes  closed  against  my  foe.

In  prayer  I  sing  on  low.

Answers  to  my  last  call.

Oh,  sacred  father  come.

For  it  is  you  who＇s  done.

In  blindness  do  we      run.

And  be  sure  not  to  fall.

Oh,  christ,  what  have  I  done?

Ill  fortune  now  will  come.

Fire  raining  from  the  sun.

All  virtue  swept  away.

In  floods  of  blackest  death.

The  ghost  will  take  my  breath.

My  sins  I  will  forget.

I  am  nothing  again.

Exit  the  Ghost  Lake.

the  waters  silent.

What  now  has  risen?

No  man  stands  alone.

The  world  is  changing.

＇Tis  misery  who

Leads  our  way  now.

Holding  man  down.