These spirits that live inside my head,
living in the sewers,
appearing like the dead.
The spirits that live inside the desert,
transparent at best,
trying to make me revert.
These spirits which follow me everywhere I go,
but you keep them away,
melting them like snow.
With a few words and some faith you protect me,
keep them unseen,
protecting me from the obscene.
With a bit of love you watch my heart,
keep me whole,
and help me restart.