The Truth Was Like a Double-Led Sword

Back when Charlie was a boy. Somebody handed a secret down with the longest of unwritten rules. And he died before he let it out. Because the truth was like a double-leged sword. Someone else's hand. I gave it to grow. The roots kept digging deeper till they wrapped their rigid holes around his soul. He cried out for some room to breathe. But his pride just kept it in the door.