truth

I am that man recalling bitter days,
I am that wound, which stings with every phrase,
I am your dad, who always seemed to make you cry,
I am the chance to never say goodbye.

With every breath you take me on.
And forget where you have been,
And forget why you are here,
And forget who travels near.

Does this remind you of a place?
A certain fear, a likely place?
Am I the one you recognize?
When hell flashes through your eyes?

I am the one who lives in you
And remains until you pass.
I am the voice inside of you
Whose whispers are like shards of glass.

Then one unassuming day…
I will scream
And you will learn
About what’s right and wrong in life
And what to say when it’s your turn

The wheel will spin,
And you will bend,
And I’ll remain forever more.
And that’s the day you’ll understand what it’s like at heavens door.

On that day you’ll float on by
Past the mistakes you seldom made.
And the women left behind-
Lying on a sharpened blade.

For no one goes without a price,
And no one’s worth more than the truth.
And as you enter you will know:
Heaven’s door was just your youth.