Not done yet...

Row row row your boat 
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come 
still time for the rising sun

Dark doubts cloud over the horizon
a trace of fear, a hint of uncertainity 
add more meaning to the black eternity

But all these fade away
no more with the wind you sway
when you conjure up an iron will
and push like hell towards the distant hill

So you row row row your boat 
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come 
still time for the rising sun

In the pitch black darkness you see clearly
the green grass the dotted trees 
the temple on the hill and the monkeys
on the beach kids play and scream 
all vividly in your dream

Your doubts were mistaken, you realise
you'll always have good company
never did you think you'll come this far
but just look up, theres always with you the northern star

So you row row row your boat 
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come 
still time for the rising sun