Diluted

My reflection in the ripples of the river, Streaming my life dreams in fiddles Couldn't see it much clearer, Conjecture of a brother in the news paper Stating that it's rage, only wishing that they knew better Incoherent, There's hidden truth in some lies, So long in the dark And it will come to the light, My medicine blows Its healing doves in the sky, A sample of love Is being close when she cries, A soothing touch from God.