Sta.sh
The truth may be painful,
the truth may bring sorrow,
tears may be shed,
and hearts may be hollow.
But it will carry you, it's a healing hand,
though in pain you have fallen,
with purpose you'll stand.
You'll see the path you were truly meant to take,
at that point you'll be free of all things fake.
You'll give birth to miracles,
you'll see gold and silver things,
the nightingale was once crippled,
but the truth healed its wings.
That's what I found....
The most meaning one can have in a night,
the sky was dark but around her was light,
the light of truth that The Kingdom had sent,
to ensure that her future was very well spent.
She had it so easy,
being lost in another place,
she lived so much a lie
she didn't recognize her own face.
That's why this night had come to pass,
she saw herself in truth at last.
Her heart in misery,
lamentation with regrets,
and afraid of what will happen when the new day sets.
The sky not big enough to hold her tears,
crying all night but nobody hears,
to everyone else her pain was not known,
it's sad to think she went through this alone.
Thoughts of worthlessness in her head to dwell,
was she really tucked in bed or deep inside hell.
She didn't know The Kingdom was by her side,
or that they picked up every tear she cried.
But she made it through that night
which she now calls a blessing,
she had vowed to change with no second guessing,
and before she fell asleep that night
she thanked The Kingdom for the light.
Her beating heart inside her chest will blossom forever more,
the nightingale who's wings were healed can now finally soar.
That's what I found.
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