Truths blow like shadows hide
Within the dust we know is hidden inside.
Creeps past us as we pretend not to see
That must be you, it certainly isn’t me.
Cries heard from near and far
But I watch this benevolent star.
Gazing through a jaded gate
Knew he would never, ever wait.
Wondering if he would really take me there
He always said he loved my hair.
Knowing all, the truth be told
It was me, he wanted to hold.
Would he say this would always last
Or would I lose, to the sins of my past?