Your truth, my truth: we all have hurt.
Your make, my take it: I’ll love even if
you despise me, and not out of spite to thee.
Your way will destroy me lock, stock, and
barrel. You can have your abundance, your
power, and since I do not run anymore to
nowhere will I go scared. I will dance with
angels, alone if that be the way. I will walk
a road unraveled. That be fine by me. Go.