Those who laugh at truth slip away,
Feeling things no one dares say,
Acting like everyone else would do,
Yet sensing what's raw and deeply true-
The blunt gift of speech, unbound and wide,
A freeing stretch from every side.
Trees pass my sight, stretched so high,
Yet thirst for water in a sun-dry sky.
I wish I could be more than wise,
More than one who just theorizes why.
Do I trust so much I can't rebel?
A hidden defiance begins to swell;
Yet hiding it-I fear that cost-
Here in my chest, I'm tethered and lost.
Caught in tension, I fear the pull-
To drift with the lost, becoming null.
A road through fear, through pain's embrace,
Where flowers bloom in sorrow's place.
A child walks here, who sees it clear,
The ugly truth in what we fear.
Is it yourself that you doubt within?
A haunted heart is a hollowed sin.
Sun and cloud in a tight embrace,
Both shedding tears, a gentle trace.
A ghost that watches, much like you-
An empty echo, drifting too.
When you turn, see where you've been-
Your footprints deep, an abyss unseen.
A darkness shades those fleeing their past;
Walk not where waves don't cast.
Was yesterday like tomorrow will be?
I cannot say what I can't foresee.
A feather drifts, so pure and light,
Among the unloved who've lost their sight.
They walk one road, year by year-
I'm the boat that waves steer clear,
I'm the fish the gulls don't cheer.
A road through fear, through pain's embrace,
Where flowers bloom in sorrow's place.
A child walks here, who sees it clear,
The ugly truth in what we fear.
Is it yourself that you doubt within?
A haunted heart is a hollowed sin.