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?