The Stand
all I see in the distance
as I focus on it all
the last part of my resistance
stumbles now and falls
you won't meet opposition
from disparate strands
I'm taking my position
getting ready to make my stand
from a shrouded heart and shadowed soul
I watch as this unfolds
an unstable situation
that leaks from the usual mold
all I've seen and what I've read
ain't even the tip of the iceberg
and as I strolled down memory lane
the nightingale was all I heard
through fog of contradiction
on an ocean of salty tears
I admired the reflection
with a dim light that disappears
careful always of what you say
in case reality should offend
as you sit and watch your soul decay
from the start to the bitter end
wearily I watched you
break the chains to be set free
no chance at a storybook ending
not ever between you and me
strain the limit of compassion
it's a wound that never mends
honesty was never in fashion
it just wasn't in the cards my friend
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