Woolly mammoth's mighty absence

Quickly forgetting was the way I lived my life.
Try telling me your name or try telling me "don't worry".
Everything I knew would quickly wither and die
All echoes would be buried in the sound of living,
The sound of feet slapping sidewalk

That was me - treasure hunting, I would bury what I found
That was me - the gold digger, underground
Quickly forgotten was this forgetful way of life
When I left home, when I lived as if I'd died.

Sitting on a rock and doing nothing, alone for so long
In the dark I found my sight
There you name was, written large in letters bright!
And there my faith was!
"Worry not" declared the night.

In the great void of my life,
I could feel the shape of what was missing
Like the way the Woolly Mammoth
stands so tall and bold in our minds
I was shaking at the size of my cry
And the true love it described.

I know a new day is dawning now and so ends my holy night.
It's back to the world I go, back to little girls and shows,
and their worldly woes, all unfurling clothes.
Will I carry myself slowly enough to remember?

I sit on a dark rock doing nothing,
still just crowded in.
There's the love in flesh and bones.