It is not the shadows night that scares me,
But the blazing day that does.
For what hides in darkness,
Certainly is there for a reason.
And shining light upon itself,
Brings out the darkened truth of all.
No truth is easily swallowed,
Like a bitter pill needed.
But not wanted,
We hide ourselves from being seen.
For what is the worth of being exposed in hopes of freedom?
For in exchange of an unknown outcry.
We seek to keep the dark bits of ourselves wrapped up tightly,
In the end the truth is always harder to swallow.
But oh, what great joy in knowing, That freedom from burden and despair.