I wrapped myself in pretty little lies
Like a wee child snuggles in his quilted nest.
My soft retreat soon numbed my wounded heart
As pre-storm calm deals momentary rest.

But pretty little lies brought no real peace,
No matter how I clutched them to my heart
Or sought for more to soothe my restless fears;
Reality tore all false peace apart.

I cowered as the fine-honed blade of Truth
With quick, empowered strokes sliced through the snare
Of velvet-coated chains that held me fast,
A senseless slave within the captor's lair.

Now by the force of Truth released, set free,
I shun the trap of pretty little lies.
Embraced by Truth, I take the well-marked path,
That certain way provided for the wise.