She doesn’t know how to save me,

And I am so afraid,

That my delusional iniquity,

Has wages that can’t be paid.

The wages of sin are death I’m told,

But I fear that I won’t die,

For my sin as I grow old,

Is wrapping my truth around a lie.

I said that I was faithful,

When in truth I was not,

I was faithful to myself,

It was my wife that I forgot.

Now it’s a dilemma,

Surpassing all decent bounds,

I stand here confessing,

That I fooled around.

She doesn’t know how to save me,

So I must save myself,

And return to my fidelity,

A truth kept by stealth.