A lie is dead when truth unfold.
But truth is neither warm nor cold.
It only rest for those who quest,
and with form - it manifest.
The truth is sad, sometimes its fun,
it weighs an ounce sometimes a ton.
Reveals in time for it won't rush. But yet
its weight was meant to crush, and lips
that lie it quickly hush.
When truth is told, this might sound bold,
it still has strenght when it gets old.
When truth is deep, eyes will weep; the heart
will sink and tears will leap, and what you sow
is what you reap.
When lies are made, they run for shade,
when burning truth trows its parade.
When truth is told, it will not fold, it shines
so bright ... and good as gold. But its not
meant to cost a cent - though hell and back
it may have went.
Copyright 1/23/08
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