I hear that humming and the sound.

That’s coming from the air and ground.

I take it in…

And let it pound…

Away .

There’s a place that’s near I hold.

It’s precious and it’s mined like gold.

I take it in.

To make the mold…

Like clay.

Some suffer for the art.

Swallowed whole or tore apart.

They took it in.

And from the start…

They say…

“Suffered much and paid the price.”

They exaggerate; they rolled the dice.

They took it all.

And risked it twice…

They say…

“I hear that humming and the sound.

That’s coming from the air and ground.

I take it in.

And let it pound away.”