The ground is my home
I am nothing but the dirt
Underneath your feet

There's no river so long
It doesn't contain a bend
Is a phrase
Both easy and hard to comprehend
It makes you at first dispute it
Then run the scenario
Up to the the point
You smile and say
Good lord
There you go.

I don't know
maybe it's because
no matter how light or dark
it's still the same color