You ask me for truth. 
Can you handle so rare?
It ain't always pretty
and packaged with care.

Sometimes it's ugly and dark as you dare.

Bear with me, please.
I will gladly tell
the truth that you seek 
and deserve so well.

Offer compassion;  my soul, don't sell.

You demand to be equal,
I wonder why.
You don't need me 
to reach for the sky.

It's there for the taking; you just need to try.

You are my queen, 
my goddess and dove.
No better offer
has come from above.

Yet, I still wonder ... "Do you know love?"

I wish you were honest
I wish you were true.
I tried to support you,
I offered your due.

You were entitled; you left, I felt blue.

You showed up again;
I offered a ride.
The same old story;
you played to my pride.

I've nearly lost hope, for you by my side.

Where do we go?
I haven't a clue.
I believe I'd leave town, 
if I were you.

I hope that you find the truth that you're due.

I wish you were honest,
I wish you were true.
How much more havoc
must we ensue?

Who knocks now?  I still hope it is you.