"...Never make a pretty woman (the lie) your wife." Truth , light as a feather... outweighs every lie. Shadows, heavy with fear and uncertainty, dragging led feet. You thought, you think you did, you acted. Invited. Truth knows you. But you sit at that table there dressed in lies and deceit. Plastic and wind is all you will get to eat. Come to My table won't cost you a thing. paying with lies? Come naked, I'll give you a drink. I'll fill up your stomach We'll talk, laugh and cry When you leave here, You won't want to ... You'll be Dressed in My Light. iskra