Realization

Feeling let down Twenty-six years of misinformed metaphors Why do I frown

I've been trying to fix years of scores Of hymns that fade in and fade out That speak truth, then bring doubt Crushed by the realization That I've been brought up in A drama I should not take part in

Taken by childhood stories and false medication. These stories are not real I've just found this out The road to recovery seems very simple Trying to speak about the deception and let the light shine The real light, not this fickle

Acute way of ruling out Those feelings that "Can be sealed." Behind ancient texts written by men Who wanted to control the masses Their thoughts, their feelings, their reactions So I always ask what this trash is -Philip Webster