Your blatant lies
and your painted skies
only remind me
that I'm on my way home
your hollow touch
and your burning eyes
were the wrong thing
to feed my hungry soul
what a place to end up
there's shame in the shadows
even the windows cry
when the wind howls
even the walls know
that you won't stay here for long
what a way to end up
more a miracle than a man
more a blessing than a plan
there are words
that now escape me
but that's nothing new
there are faces
that now harass me
but to tell the truth
I can't remember their names
tomorrow when the sun comes up
I'll be ready and warned
I'll be fine and capable
I'll be pure and burning
before the belligerence begins
before disappointment sets in
before tongues wag
before I give in
before I fall
I will stand tall.
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