I don't believe it ever was real, man across - sea
At least never for me, dashed against a stone I
Could hear the river flowing, the cries, the anger
The lies of women, the beatings were a blessing
For there were no more words only action that
Did not steal the soul, at least not mine, I would
Not give so easily, but touch me softly and I scream
What is virtue for all but to remember when it was not
My truth
