No coin for your crossing,

but Onyx and stone.

'Will these be to your liking?'

Not if he wishes to atone.

The ferryman bears the weight,

of all these souls that are lost.

'We don't have the cost',

this hunger you must sate!

His boat full of pity, anguish,

and all those that need rest.

'You must grant his wish'

it wasn't his behest.

Now i have coin for the crossing,

but not the gold or silver for her.

'i let my silver blade sing'

and your heart does no longer stir.

...

I love you Baby