The Lump

There was a lump that inched along,
it inched along all day.
And as it crawled it hummed a song:
it's song and skin were all soo grey.
I tried to ask it what was wrong?
but it could never say..
It had no mouth, it had no lungs,
аnd soo I walked away.
So long it crawled,
so long it tried,
to reach it's destination.
It's song had drawled
It's heart had died
there was no consolation..