I warned you once with open hand,

A direct voice across the sand,

The winds would turn, the tides would sway—

But you just smiled and walked away.

I mapped the stars, I traced the rain,

I pointed directly at the strain,

I showed the cracks on where you stand—

Still, you insisted on being old in your way.

Now here we stand, the silence deep,

Among the wreckage you must keep,

And though the truth weighs down like stone,

I told you so, not in vain,

For in the silence, it will swell,

A ring of truth, a distant bell,

Echoing in the spaces where we dwell.

I told you so—not to be cruel,

Not to gloat, or mock, or rule,

But hoping, somehow, you would see

That truth was trying to set you free.

I mapped the stars, I traced the rain,

I pointed directly at the strain,

I showed the cracks on where you stand—

Still, you insisted on being old in your way.

Now here we stand, the silence deep,

Among the wreckage you must keep,

And though the truth weighs down like stone,

I told you so, not in vain,

For in the silence, it will swell,

A ring of truth, a distant bell,

Echoing in the spaces where we dwell.

I told you so—not to be cruel,

Not to gloat, or mock, or rule,

But hoping, somehow, you would see

That truth was trying to set you free.