The Truth In Tatters

The truth in tatters, by nightfall scatters, every pest upon thy sight,

While evening brings, the townsfolk sings, of new and precious light,

Please grant me time so that I may climb, the heavens upon the earth,

And grant me space, beyond all trace, to place in me a birth,

To know what’s right, I beg the night, to show me what I’m worth,

To shed my fears, and shake my peers, by grace, I gave them mirth,

A humble child, brought from the wild, placed at my feet for pity,

But as I see what most cannot, I deliver her from the city,

A wretched soul, beyond control, a product in the making,

Left to die, I won’t deny, her access for the taking,

I’ve built my past, to simply outlast, the devils that came my way,

When I was but a child, her age, not to live another day,

But time permits, and with some help, can mend the wounds of pain,

I know that now, but somewhere, somehow, I lost it all in vain,

My light, this child, my will, her night, a flicker to fire, she mourns,

Please beware, I do this with care, it was me who used to wear the horns,

To each his own, and hate had I sworn, to leave you in a rage,

You cannot continue down this path, you must get out of this damning cage,

Hold onto me, and I to you, torn to pieces and left in tatters,

Just know my child, the meek and the mild, find truth in the end what matters