Soil

It was salient, the holy lamb

The shepherd's fragile hand points towards him as he starts to walk away again

I'm your old friend, the only one who ever gave a damn

And there I walk, avoid the tread, I refuse to float until the very end

Holding you close to the Earth

Pushing you down on the turf

Pulling you down

Here it comes again, that frightening feeling that you're near the end

And almost burnt the wooden bridge in vain before the planks begun to bend

You're my best of friends, we stand together in the summer stench