In Truth, I Cried

I once sat alone,

At the edge of a chair,

Ready to move,

If anyone's near.

For once I was lucky,

Or so I had thought,

For no one paid me attention,

Barely even a thought.

But not all was as it seemed,

As I later found out,

That death had occurred,

After a shout.

That I could've heard,

If I was paying attention,

Instead of listening to music,

Plugged in by my ears.

For the person who died,

Had wanted me with them.

While I'm not imposing,

I could've done something.

If I'd only been there,

If I'd only heard their request,

'Stead of listening to music,

Ignoring the world.

My friends went for comfort,

Hugs I'd have liked,

If I hadn't been empty,

My soul taken flight.

For my friend held my heart,

Though no romance was there.

They were like a sibling,

A twin if I dared.

For my friend we decided,

That it couldn't go on,

We had to do something.

To ease our grief,

And to bring back,

My soul.

So now as I go about,

I save people not criminals.

And I found as of late,

I made it onto the news,

For helping people,

To put it behind them,

And help me for a day.

So they meet those they hurt,

And usually say sorry,

And I know that they mean it.

For no one lies around me,

And gets away with it.

For I am the truth sayer,

Who knows all your lies,

And who will help you stop lying,

To yourself and to others.

By stopping and showing you,

The pain you had caused.

So they flock to my side,

Like they flock to my cause,

Like moths to a light,

Their beacon of hope.