me

if i were stripped bare...
and ripped apart...
what'd be left of me
would only be
echoes of my honesty
from my naive, naive heart

.........................................................................................
(It's pretty plain to see...)

This is me.
How I've always been.

Yet clear echoes could go unheard...
Time and time again...

Time and time again...

Till faith is lost and anguish stirred...