I rewind to my past to build a home
A place to suffer through memories
Separated from all under this dome
The moths eat away my quilt of pleas


I see an old man sitting before a fence
Clothed in rags with a life of pretence
His earth was a path to salvation
But his promises narrowed into lies
Such pseudo tact earned his demise


A fence between him and society was hindrance
Similar to my dome of precise encumbrance
To know this was to know the real way out
Releasing my soul to you is no matter of doubt


The dome cracks as light shines upon the dark mind
Allowing the cuts to be bandaged by the kind
My truth to you will not be of ease for me to do
But the end will be my ease for I came forth to you