Herons

You can see the herons

Fly across the lake

You can hear those lonesome

Wretched sounds they make

I have seen my own soul

Reflected on the water

I have seen the sky turn black

And a storm is coming, a storm is

Coming on

And I say to myself

I have always been a good man

Never hurt

Anyone

But I can be cruel, I can be cruel

Just push me now and see what I can

Do

There's a distance my legs will never

Cross

Between the sacred and the obscene