In shadows cast by silent tongues, Expectations weave tightly spun, Ask not for sugar-coated lies, Nor beg me to mask the skies. For truth, though sharp, transcends the night, Illuminates with honest light, Tears may fall like rain from eyes— A cleansing river from muted skies. Stand firm and brave, dear heart, with me, For truth, though fierce, shall set us free. Forgiveness granted not by plea, But by the courage to truly see.