Now the time has come to speak
i was not able
and water through a rusted pipe
could make the sense that i do
gurgle, mutter
hiss, stutter
moan the words like water
rush and foam and choke
having waited
this long of a winter
i fear i only
croak and sigh
somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin
now the time has come to move
i was not able
water through a rusted pipe
could make the moves that i do
stagger, stumble
trip, fumble
i fear i only
slip and slide
somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin
somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin