If anguish were to choose
A permanent mistress,
Forgiveness must own the night,
Vengeance has no chance.
If truth’s pill must be swallowed
So sparrows can take that flight,
Bitter taste is the wine,
Not out of a candy jar.
If freedom is the ultimate
Trophy of this journey,
Patience is both a virtue and a creed,
Hasty souls slip and fall.
If every real story did not endure
Heartache, no teardrop
Matures onto that smile,
Fairytales are only fictional.
