Truth Be Told, by Amory McKeever

Just because I haven't fallen apart

Does not mean I was well made

That I do not cry out loud

Does not prove my soul is brave

All my survival demonstrates

Is what it takes to build a heart

Hammer forged and machine lathed

Turned a thousand times around

Sanded down to its substrate

Until an invulnerable surface found

One that can't be torn to shards

Can't be smashed and never fades

If I had a dime

for every desperate prayer

by now I'd be a millionaire

and if only I had the time

I could finally prepare

and restore this heart from disrepair

That's the craftsmanship it takes

Then with that indestructible mound

Attach to it every scrap of weak

Glue every piece of sad and lame

Strap every ounce of liar and fake

Bolt it to that bedrock of plate

So I can pretend it's what I'm about

and masquerade as a sum of my parts

If I had a dime

for every desperate prayer

by now I'd be a millionaire

and if only I had the time

I could finally prepare

and restore this heart from disrepair

If I had a dime

for every desperate prayer

by now I'd be a millionaire

and if only I had the time

I could finally prepare

and restore this heart from disrepair

Pretend to be someone worth the wait

instead of disposable and obsolete

you wouldn't feel like you fell for the bait

and maybe just maybe we'd be complete