True

Innocence lost amongst the
dirty little secrets that
hide the true nature of man.

Willing arms hold tight
to flesh covered dreams
destined to meet disappointment.

All the world is covered
in the sorry adaptations
that past themselves off as life.

When the curse of
a delicate hand and gentle spirit
leaves strong hearts broken and bitter
one can only woo the will of fate that
might bestow a glimmer of hope to an otherwise
wasted and ruined existance.

Life can be sorrow!
Love can be battered and broken!
The spirit guides; whether we follow
only time will tell.

Walk with me today;
for I may not ask again!
Hold me today as the sun
fades from the sky; I will not
hurt you; for I dream that you might live!