In my most hopeless days,   Lost in pitch black caves,   There's waterfalls   And dripping stone walls.   It's so perfect and amazing.   You may only naively believe   There's waterfalls and all perspectives   And when you see the light   Or go for walks at night   There's waterfalls, but you can stay dry   In the Universe,   Or in death and birth.   I always wonder at each, my mother   And right before I die,   Or start to tell a lie,   There is a spark drowned out.   In my heart's a hiding place   There is a moonlit lake,   And there are waterfalls on the way down there.