In my delicate deception
Brows furrow, cast aside
All that is positive in my life.
Without a glance at what could be
Down it goes into the darkest night
As my delicate deception cries
Cries for those left with not a right.
A right to live, a right to be
My delicate deception
I must make right for thee.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011