I’m river and I’m stone
 I shiver but I know 
 I’m young but oh so old 

 Played scissor paper rock
 [bad word] till I was caught 
 Games end but nothing stops 

 The rocks will turn to dust
 The scissor starts [bad word] 
 The ink will fade with us. 

 lily builds a home
 It grows inside my bones
 Been there since I was born 

You can brood by a brook
 And whisper to water
 Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears
 See the daylight as it flows
 It fills the holes… and souls grow whole
 You can moan to the moon 
 You can swoon in the sunset
 Don’t hurry, your world won’t disappear 
 See the waves that drape the shore
 They fill the holes …and souls grow whole and old 

 I’m drifting towards the end
 The sand keeps closing in
 But water turns the bend 

 The trees reach for the sky
 The roots begin to dry
 nest [bad word] a shrine