The road is a frozen river

The river is a frozen road

A breeze as soft as a feather,

A wind, a mountain erode.

Songs are the sound of words,

Words are the sound of songs.

The things of life are a list of rights

And also a list of wrongs.

Don’t wait in line for good things

For life has no gift to deliver

The river is a frozen road

The road is a frozen river