Talk honest to me like you used to :::

Let's fight till one of us falls,
Words and stones and sticks,
Knives and knuckles all.
We've built the great compromise,
A brick at a time,
Till it met the sky tolerant,
And we've nothing left to say.

Either swing or I'm jumping
Back whence we met.
To the rocky depths
That spired jagged pricks
To soften a natural daughter
To get hit by hitting bottom,
And stick it out harrowed

In humble perspective,
As she climbed higher,
Met a carpenter's son, and conspired
To talk honestly--let us fight
To speak worthily--till one of us falls
To love truth and loveliness
And not surrender unto silence.