Babies, pure till they meet the world
But what is and isn’t doubt, before it’s stripped ?
We only then will know
When the medium that bears it
Is cast away
Drumroll, drumroll please…
I give you, present to you, the benefit of doubt
Let the innocence of the white snow
Make all seem without flaw
Let their footsteps
Reveal a sense of direction
But in reality
There is a story to every footstep
There is no doubt, but this, you do not see
Till the snow melts away
Till the footsteps no longer tread one way
Till the footsteps of a stripped innocence
Come knocking at your door
In an unexpected cold winter
To serve you back
Leaving no doubt, whatsoever
For when you betrayed the ground
By taking your steps up the ladder
The ground did not fold underneath you
Words, they reveal not the extent of accepting an apology
And how difficult it is, that we would be like ground
Because betrayal hurts
Just as much as the added weight
Each step you take up the ladder,
Each step taken, yet the ground holds you steady
So to forgive I will be ground
Finding my inner strength
To carry the burden disposed off by your betrayal
By the steps you have taken,
My heart, steady,
Should your ladder crumble to the ground
In pieces, buried in remorse
As you beg forgiveness .
My dear, to meet one of such,
Who manages to steal glimpses into your soul.
And have you opening up soon enough,
This one, with tainted loyalty, so shallow.
Who would right a mistake with another,
This one, will make a fool out of you.
And sign off, with warmest regards, as the squealer.