Moments hold still, time ripens
Showhand; the cards they play
Lay them on the table,
Miserable facades that's been sweeping under
wicked clutches that roped you down
Induce joy, discard the games loathed
The entertainment that made you part of them cruel beings.

Rain and tears smeared together
onto tender cheeks you once kissed
How Man goes astray so easily, effortlessly
How lingering pain eats into

Callous intentions prick the goodness you hid
The heart once wrecked, still broken
That doll, torn and forlorn
Returns; does it not deserve?