My vocal chords have been
Tied and gagged for years,
At any cost, to keep the peace
Though muting truth and fears.
Those tyrannous lies kept
My tongue with guard of gun
Prodding it each time I wept
In regret for deceit spun.
And there you sat, open eyed
With your honest heart displayed
Pleading for the truth, and I,
For my conscious ardently prayed.
Voice wavering, ropes severed
The truth escaped and freedom found
And all peace for which I'd endeavored
In bravery, was mine abound. |