you soften me

you soften me like butter and i've been spreading stones on dry bread, and i've been heavy a sack of river stones all a long time wearing their rough edges down leaving sand in my cough and gravel in my words since cock learned to crow and crow learned to fly and fly learned to hum now the ground won't hold me still the sky won't have me but the waters, at last the waters will float me now i don't feel like a rock to their cold hands