Ice

We walk on frozen ponds
And we pray to winter chills
To keep them solid long enough
To carry out our wills

We walk our watery paths
And we pray to golden Gods
That when the ice has melted
We'll still have somewhere to trod

And when the sun starts gleaming
Then we pray to looming clouds
To cover up it's sparkle
With the darkness of it's shrouds

But when the ground starts shifting
And our weight will hold no more
Then we leave our prayers behind us
As we swim towards the shore