Oh how I long for honesty,
For I been taught it’s rare,
I’m so fed up with pretty lies,
That I too often hear.

I tuly wish I could give my trust,
But mine just have to be earned,
Cause each time I gave it up for free,
I felt what its like to be burned.

Oh how I’ve searched for sincerity,
But my feet are now glued to the ground,
Cause realistically speaking,
It's just nowhere to be found.

Oh yes I’ve seen some glints of it,
In my imagination,
Cause that is too, the only place,
That I felt revelation.