the daggers come straight and sharp
curse you pride of man
creating that false illusion
of safety
of security
the daggers
they fly
sky high

fickle
liar

the wall crumbles
the water rushes in
it is useless to plug the holes
or even to bail

a deep valley opens up within me
my principles come to a halt. they clash. they fight.
i say the truth but you do not want the truth.
all my life, i lived for the happiness of man, my relationship with God my fuel.
yet now, truth wages war against ur happiness.

like a toddler, i am.
falling.
falling.
falling.


Into the arms of the mighty God.