How many times, the truth
Needing to offer it to me, they
Afraid
Unwilling
Believing
Falsely
That bruising the kind reed of me
A mortal sin to them
And so slayed me unbeknownst
In untold anguish
Silence!
A most unkind kindness
How many times, the truth
Needing to offer it to me, they
Afraid
Unwilling
Believing
Falsely
That bruising the kind reed of me
A mortal sin to them
And so slayed me unbeknownst
In untold anguish
Silence!
A most unkind kindness