What harsh truths be known
Not by wounds?
We should know it's all a mess.

No warning measures up
To lessons learned at heart,
For reasoning is a curious endeavor.

When should we push for more?
When does more become too much?

It's only from our depths,
Our demons,
Our angels do we know
But can never be sure...

When wrong turns to right, who will know?
It's in your hands,
Just take it and hope.