You said you ain't got nothing
Just to put your hands on
No rhyme, no song to sing,
Nor place to hide or hut to build,
Have no sacrifice nor strength to feel,
And though you tried so bad
I know It's been so hard to tell
That you're almost gone
That you're hardly standing straight.

You said you surely don't need
Any more time for yourself to bleed
And I heard you spent hours
Sittin' on the shore,
You stood back up with words
That the last book you wrote
Is almost done.