How the mind has been ambushed
Beginning with the fall
An ounce of deception
Has began it all

Thoughts are aligned neatly
Colors clean and bright
Have turned into disaster
In the souls darkest night

Tis an impossibility
For the mind to reconstruct
The aftermath of ambush
Dismembering our thoughts

Tearing apart reality
Replaced with manic thoughts
Then the wardrobe of our life
Looks nothing like it ought

Independently controlling
Though my hands have no place
Redeeming the catastrophe
Can best be done by grace

None can reassemble
Nor can it redefine
The beauty that existed
Once upon a time

Piece by piece daily
One teardrop at a time
Washed away the filth
Bathed in holy light

Healing takes place
When one begins to see
That the good fight has been fought
He has carried me.