I give the old man my silver coin
Granting me passage down the river of woe
And as I stare at the banks were the friendless join
I wonder how small my pain is compared to their sorrow

For decades their souls have walked these banks
They walk alone, friendless, hopeless and sad
I stare at my lifeless hands and to the gods I give thanks
For without my friend, this passage I may have never had

And without this passage I fear the worst
Because without this passage I would simply be
Just another rotted and long forgotten corpse
At least in the end I was finally able to see

For I was blinded in life by my emotions
Constantly turning me this way and that
It seems every little thing led me to the worst notions
But now I’m free, so I bow and tip my hat

Giving thanks to the writers of fate
Who took my life and added their script
I can only wonder why they gave me so much hate
Hate entwined in a life I am glad to have dismissed