Analysis of "true" a poem in free verse

In my lies,
the skies are hazy,
in the basement,
I'm on empty.
In the brood of my soul,
rewind the lies,
bring me back,
give me back,
given away to the ever true ways,
to be without their knowledge.
GOD is at the helm to give,
millions of thanks,
without the praise,
to empty hands that feed.
In my lies,
the skies are hazy,
on the perch,
of my own.