Call me real if I do reveal deals that heal, my appeal is as hard as steel if I conceal father's ordeal, the scars I feel peels ideals, power showers on a coward if he cowers his fears, to be sincere, my every tear hears my cries, to you my dear, appearing clear veers my lies, out my eyes, obtaining truth trains my youth, to recoup, and never droop, loose to truce.