The Heart, How it Wears a Soul

Deep within my mind I hide

With lies, and untrue

Alibies;

Screeching in the way

Or right and wrong.

And if it weren't for you,

How saddenly revealed,

How truely it's you who

Pardons the veil of ingenuity,

The light of all, how sure of all,

That your heart may gleam

The dimmest.