Even though I spill a thousand lies on into
the steam of my life that others drink from.

Polluting the world around of me, I will never
corrupt your love.

The river of my confusions may contaminate
others reflections. seeing unseen's.

But with you my words are like fresh snow,
every word falling true never contaminated.

Those that I collect in my pocket are
the gullibility of sheep following a wolf.

But you I would only wrap in cotton, those before me
only following my words  to the slaughter house.