The lie of it is, it hid the truth,
That was left conceiled.
The wrapping was expensive,
Not the contents revealed.
I am a wayfarer lost
Behind the mockery of truth,
That others laugh at with joy;
They are so uncouth.
But yet one can survive
The taunts of a fool;
If they but just laugh,
Knowing they are a jewel.
Love ya!
Jane
set them free for a truth
Lady Vivian
Peace be with you
William
Blessings,
Christine
budd