with musical instruments you cut your wrists
with a pen and a paper you cry
with herbs and medicine you enter the mist
with flowers and sunshine you die
you never take off your armoured coat
except when you're facing the sun
when it rains you jump on the boat
when you're blocked you continue to run
while you were gliding the slope of time
you threw up your rope to the rock
you tried to call it for you couldn't rhyme
and it backed out into shock
now you flip like a silverball
from one side to the other
there was a time you used to call
but now you don't even bother
you dodge the arrows
shot directly at you
they tear the air and hit the rock
then carve it to a statue.