Tell Me Your Story

by, Cassandra

Tell me your story.
Don't worry, you
don't have to spare
the dirty details.

I won't lie and say
"Babe, I've heard it all,"
but it's close enough,
that it's almost true.

I've seen the down
and I've seen the out.
I've seen the dirt,
and I've seen the mold.

Tell me your story.
Where have you laid
your head at night?
Did you sleep tight?

Do you dream at night;
painful memories painting
pictures of terror and fright?
Lie down, you're safe tonight.

I've seen the pain,
the scars, the doubt
that hollowed out
your eyes.

Tell me your story.
Don't worry, you
don't have to spare
the dirty details.

I've seen the hurt, neglect
and ignorance that
plagues this world.
It takes it's toll.

I won't lie and say
"Babe, I've seen it all,"
but it's close enough,
that it's almost true.

It seems so true.