The roots of honesty
Go deep in my being
So deep and tangled and thin
That I can barely feel
The sap they get from my conscience
But there is not a good tree making bad fruit,
Nor a bad tree making good fruit
And my deeds are rotten
And my spine is broken
My heart spit venom
And blind is the sky of the mind
Being fake not knowing why.
Oh water my roots with the Truth
So that you stop this hurt.