I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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Soul Singer

As the longest ache must come to pass,
So her days of rain will end in drought.
Until that time she continues to ask,
"What good this heart when emptied out?"
Remarkable compassion, burdened with remorse,
The sin of remembrance no longer a choice.
A life viewed only in glimpses, forced
Into silent existence, removed from voice.
Behind barricades of deceptive truth,
Suspended in motion, sounds indistinct.
Under falling stars, from heaven down-cast,
Bullets of silence, prolonged yet succinct.
Interchangeable memories lost to my light.
Within reach of my persuasive hand,
Blow a kiss goodbye to indentured nights
From that unaided shore on which you stand.