It's kind of different when you've gone beyond.
The river still remains as wide and deep,
its roar remains as chilling, banks as steep,
the waves are just as harsh at its command,
but it is different when you've gone across.
Although this coast's exactly like the other -
the same voracious crows above you gather
and you are just as small, and weak, and lost.
It's different when you've reached the other shore
with no one's help, on nobody's behalf.
Your chest swells up with a triumphant laugh:
"Hey, river, you don't scare me anymore!"
