a birch bark canoe, to the waters I did bring,
to cut the waters and make them sing,
stroke by stroke, I've been paddling,
I push the water's weight aside,
forever struggling against the tide,
but the journey's long and the river's wide.
I rise with the rising of the sun,
to cover miles before day is done,
to put miles behind is all I've won,
I gain no glory, I gain no fame,
I am forgotten, I have no name,
I only journey to from whence I came.