A lone stallion,
Stands on the banks of a mighty river...

My heart is broken,
But still beating...

The wind whispers
Along the shores of a distant land...

Why do bad things happen?
Why do people die...

The hot African sun
Rises on a brand new day...

I gurgle and burble peacefully
As a doe and young fawn drink...

In a field of wildflowers
A single rose bush grows...

Though the night is cold and dark
And the rain is pouring down...

His heart was darker than the sky at night,
But deeper than the depths of Hell...

In all history, has there ever been a king who...
Never before has one with such authority loved his...

Brown is the Earth,
Brown is the soil...

I am me,
Just me...