The thing that happened, the water that's passed,
There's nothing to alter, you've to be your own shelter.
A second of peak and another of valley,
The secret sighs and overjoyed highs,
Some unspoken words, some ungiven smiles,
And the yell of her face as the flowing Niles,
There is nothing to alter, but you've to be your own shelter.
Columns of time will come and pass,
You've to go through the savanna grass,
Coz it's destined for you to meet slopes more than tops,
Where there's nothing to alter, yet you've to be your own shelter.