the meek, they called, they shouted
but you knew better, you read me in an instant
you opened me up
you made me free to conquer the beasts
you say i’m brave
but you gave me the courage to exist
you don’t see the honour being my friend
but you deserve the happiness you beseech
i’m still the meek
with you, however, i’m honest, i’m me
you cradle the goodness and kindness
we all should receive
including you
the one who gave it all away as gratis
my token for once to smile and speak

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad