The TRUTH found me!
Sitting alone,
Head in hands
Of years gone.

The golden DEATH of the day,
The TRUTH found her the same.

What did I do before it came?
I walked and I walked and I broke apart.
The sound of breaking filled my heart.

I spent my days,
A broken river.
Droplets of water, that
Fell through the chalice of hardness.

Sweet isn't me!
From which giving tree?
They asked of the grapes,
This is no water, the sweetest wine.