The truth of it all
The hurt once there
The giant let go, the giant was free
Oblivious being this giant would be
Scorned emotions locked away deep
The giant's mistake, it was only asleep
Insignificant to the listening soul
The words woke up this demon so old
It raged with no fear, destruction to peace
Inside a once gentle giant. Now a beast
It tore through the soul and a heart made of gold
Shaking the roots of a giant that stands so tall
The battle inside made to break the soul
The demon so savage will taunt the giant
Reminding the strong how words can cut deep
The demon trigger would never know
How the sharp weapon they carry made a demon grow
The demon now quiet, patient, asleep.
The giant now aware of its own defeat, waiting for the weapon
To utter words that would again cut so very very deep