The Truth Is a Cave

I was young and naive
As I was told, so I believed
And I was told there’s only one road that leads you home
And the truth was a cave on the mountainside
And I’d seek it out until the day I died
I was bound and determined
To be the child that you wanted
But I was blind to every sign you left for me to find
And the truth became a tool that I held in my hand
I wielded it, but I didn’t understand
I got tired of giving more than you gave to me
And I desired a truth I wouldn’t have to seek
But in the silence I heard you calling out to me