Should she decide it’s the truth she seeks,
she need not more than ask.
Until that day, in silence I wait,
and in her presence bask.

She holds her breath and stays her tongue,
she whispers not a sound.
Cold as stone, she sits alone,
and to the world profound.

No time for tears of sorrow or pain,
her heart is heavy and sore.
She’s hurting now, and broken down,
and tender at the core.

She knows not what she wants or fears,
she knows not what she needs.
She presses on, her life withdrawn.
Alone she weeps and bleeds.

In a different place and different time,
I would be there night or day.
Though bridges burned, she still stands firm,
and in her heart she prays.

I lack her faith, her hope...her purity,
I lack her strength of heart.
I know not words, my vision blurred,
and so I stand apart.

Before I’m gone I’ll speak the truth,
and, for her, open my mind.
The truth come out, and heart devout,
only then will peace I find.