Truth knocks at the door

quietly he enters

you've heard his voice before

you quiver at the sentence

Those words you cannot say

you choose to write them down

read by a family betrayed

you paint smiles over their frowns

Behind the gentle face

lies darkness disguised

the words leave a sour taste

crooked pictures left behind

Hide yourself from the crowd

who ask awkward questions

when, where and how?

as answers hurt relations

Fear knocks at the door

freezing up your senses

you've seen his face before

in the field of broken fences