It's the end of the road,
it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
the knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The word of the wind, a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free,
it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void,
it's a hunch, it's a hope
It's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart
A fish, a flash, a summery glow
The bed of a whale, the end of a line
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail,
a drip, a drop, the end of the tail.
in the soft morning light.
A shot of a gun in the dead of the night.
A mile, a bust, a thrust, a bump.
Is it girl? Is it rhyme? Is it cold?
Is the bumps a plan of the house?
and the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
It's the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand, and a cut on
A point, a grain, a beat, a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night, a pin, a needle, a sting, a pain, a snail,
a riddle, a wasp, a stain, a pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule, the distance, the shelves, the pre -shadows of blue,
It's the promise of life in your heart,
A stick, a stone, the end of a load.
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
A sliver of glass, a life, sun.
A night, a death, the end of a run.
It's the end of all strain.
It's the joy in your heart