Ganges!

They say you are river of life, you are river of death. I know there is no real going back. Though, I may come to you, It will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I can hear your voice. You are calm yet so loud. I can hear you but what I can see in you, you hold thier belonging beautifully, they came to you to attain salvation, I came to you to see the burden, where did you find your peace? Where shall I find my rest? Goddamn I see you, I attain everything.