Place your hand upon your heart 
And swear to me
That in this brief, momentous life
You will always listen to me

I am but a true voice
Echoing and reverberating 
Through the narrow passages of your mind
Moving slowly deeper into your subconscious 

Am I drawing you closer yet?
Casting my lies and pointing out
All you flaws as if my words were stones
Crashing into the water and capsizing your boat?

Is it not that good intentions make the best excuses?
Or are lies simply spread to appease the moon and the sun?
As if our bright guardians were too deaf
To hear the crying over the singing

You are a simple magpie
No colors adorn you, no yellow or green
And you listen quietly as the broad-chested cranes
Cover up your music with their cries

Will not the antithesis of my words hinder?
They are but an umbrella held upside down
Holding 21 liters of water
So I can douse you with it and you shall wake