I ran the river rescuing you—
     down to its bed, drowning in regret
     from promises you let swallow truth.

Burial mouths limed with residue
     your lies greenlit filmed what you did, yet
     I ran the river rescuing you,

     ignoring it as if I would swoon
     over scenes you’d read and get respect
     from promises you let swallow truth.

But this isn’t an audition, too
     many men have stood where you slipped, if
     I ran the river rescuing you,

     if I felt this act should continue,
     then I would have to admit I’m wet
     from promises you let swallow truth.

As I hold you under its deep route,
     know what I’ve told you never forget:
     I ran the river rescuing you
     from promises you let swallow truth.