It’s been my voice
It’s been my words
That have moved before me
Like a ship’s sharp prow
Slicing through water
Tearing apart the darkness
And sending cowards scurrying –
cockroaches before the light
Running into a field filled with lies
To hide in the winding weeds
Compromising character
Like it hadn’t really existed

Never shut up,
Never back down,
Root out truth
Like the dying in a desert
Digging for a drop of water;
Refuse to carry the weight
Of a world dressed in falsehood
Strip it bare, strip it bare
Whatever it takes.