In wrongful adoption, sometimes never weighs a conscience kept
This transparency of godliness
Forever - rightly swept...
Yet for all babies in smile, they know not moral barometer in leveled accuracy of depth
For this is where lay our humanities of consequence and of the secretly wept
Their tears brought on by choices of our design
A payment due, certain to come harshly with such passage of time
Yet, how are we to enact what many a destiny has chose
For it is only these hearts bequeathed with this sad nature of these sad, sad roles
While trying to stand here tall, yes, you see my eyes have been welling
Yet, never will I rue this coming day, of these children an a telling
For compromise never listed as quite compelling, except for those who were doing all the selling
As an outright oppose, I now challenge a truth already written with the weight of those who suppose
So with pages bleeding while openly reading
There begins a pouring of tears
An accounting of innocense
All sworn silent through these long, long years
So it is I who say to these children of the "never said"
"Our word is the door to our truth, sometimes marked in lamb's wool red!"