Thy Self Be True

There’s a cross that I wear That hangs down from my neck It weights me down From passed years Filled with fears And distress From deep down inside A place I don’t turn over And check Its best left alone Way down deep in its depths It stays with me while I'm sleeping and stirs up My world I feel my heart racing As my body uncurls It wears a ring around my soul Bleeding me to defeat Making me feel old There’s a cross that I wear That hangs down from my neck Its not made of beads or ribbons Not even a speck It’s the pain that I wear From my past, my wreck