Four Word Letter (Pt. 2)

I wrote a four word letter, post-script in crooked lines "Though I'd lived I'd never been alive" And you know who I am You held my hem, as I traveled blind Listening to the whispering in my ear Soft but getting stronger Telling me the only purpose of my being here Is to stay a bit longer wielding a bicycle chain As the handlebars crashed to the ground The back wheel detached from the frame It kept rolling yeah, but aimlessly drifting around Oh doubters, let's go down Let's go down, won't you come on down? Oh doubters, let's go down Down to the river to pray "But I'm so small I can barely be seen" "How can this great love be inside of me?" Look at your eyes, they're small in size But they see enormous things Wearing black canvas slippers and our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose We sewed buttons and zippers To chinese pink silk and olive night clothes If you can someday stop by, somehow we'll show you the pictures And fix you some tea See, my dad's getting a bit older now And just unimaginably lonely Oh pretender, let's go down Let's go down, won't you come on down? Oh pretender, let's go down Down to the river and pray "Oh but I'm so afraid, I'm set in my ways" But he'll make the rabbits and rocks sing his praise "Oh but I'm too tired, I won't last long" No, he'll use the weak to overcome the strong Oh Amanda, let's go down Let's go down, won't you come on down? Mama, Nana, let's go down Down in the dirt by the river to pray A wick to fit the wax Wood to fit the wire You strike the match, why not be utterly changed to fire? And sacrifice the shadow in the mist Of a brief life you never much liked son If you'd care to come along We're gonna curb all our never-ending, clever complaining And who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song? We hunger, though all that we eat brings us little relief We don't know quite what else to do We have all our beliefs, but we don't want our beliefs God of peace, we want you