Torrance took me in

when a city of makeshift facades would not
and his shelter brought his protection sought
me from those crowds of superficiality
engaged in their mannequin speech
with the mask of a thousand faces
in the eyes of dishonest gazes,
bearing the expressions of in-genuine lies
he called me south-bound west
and with resolve i fled
onwards off-wards beyond words
for the transition was pleasant
since he never judged without a court
never sighed unless the birds flew
and he even cried too,
when the weather was blue
so i shed a tear back to show my thankful dues