Going down river Trying to find signs of life as we knew it Laden with flowers instead of words To ask forgiveness in advance For all the damage we have done in the past Why they chose me I don't know Do I seem more sincere than most Here I am on planet B Whatever will they think of me Gone down river Trying to find places no one has touched yet Creatures not yet discovered By crooked hands of the hunters Blended into the undergrowth My canoe moves ahead on its own Dark water welcomes me home Here I am on planet B Will they ever come back for me