Scenes of a movie play out in my head
Finding dangerous amounts of reason.
Sensed danger above and below me
Yet didn’t really consider treason.
Forcing me to face my truths
Beyond a celebration of hate.
Cried one time when I lost the vision
Of that man with a will to leave.
Sent many to perdition,
Grasping for what I didn’t believe.
Suddenly I found my truth
Under a picture of his wife.
They told me not to storm in;
I should quietly wait for life.