truth rises to meet me with the speed of light,
and tongue tied, I pray she will forgive me for
all the stories i put over her face.
truth comes quicker than lightning,
like the earth to meet the falling
penny and before i'm dashed i pray
she'll pity me
pity a fool who wills to
shape the earth to what
its not and make of
mysteries definition
pity us in our decisions,
whitewashing twice
to make the burning fire ice