Pilgrims go upriver

Wandering child
Fell down at night

Not 'cause of his heart
Stronger than the road he walked
Not 'cause of exhaustion
As he breathe he was brave
Could have been despair
But this valley has been passed away

He fell as his feet, shredded,
And then he lies
Bleeding to earth, not to death
Spring of the blood river
His wandering had drawn