There is a story

That runs like a valley

Straight through like an arrow

Cut it like a diamond

Sharpen the knives

We'll get things ready

And then forget to go

It's lot of preparation

Fading out in time

Length as long as the day

Whetstone in your hand

Better hone your blade

Can you help me?

Are you part of these plans?

It's the sharpening of knives

And the walking away

Can you hear the hum?

Is there an end to loneliness?