The facts of life

When the heart falls silent toward those once called our own, Friends or blood alike — yet you walk alone. The soul no longer turns to trace their way, For wounds they carved refuse to fade away. Scars remain where trust was torn apart, Where loyalty spoke, yet never reached a heart. If truth and sincerity earned no rightful place, Why bear the weight of their careless disgrace? Their unveiled colors are mirrors of who they choose to be, Not chains that define your worth or dignity. So stand in your light, draw boundaries wise and clear — Be good, do good, let your conscience steer. Encourage the worthy, let the rest pass by, For peace blooms gently when false ties die.