The end is a stone which turns into sand
The end is a spring which dies in the river
The end’s when you step on the edge of a grave
And feel no pain, no shiver.

My life is a song which was given by Her
My love is a Song O’ the Song
My love is a violet color of dream
That won’t grow dull at the dawn.
My love is a sand which turns into gold
My love is a lively river
My love is David’s Harp, raised from the dead
To glorify Her tears.