Four Word Letter (Pt. 2) ​mewithoutYou

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