I will do my best to remember
When I stood in the rising water,
And you swept me away.
Pretenders have stolen the words that I’ve chosen,
Ignorant tongues in the mouths of my demons.
O my demons swear by my name.
You sit and listen to the song of a poet,
But complain at his verse and claim it’s misspoken.
But you didn’t hear a single word, did you boy?