truth two
Oh to know the freedom of truth.
To love her embrace.
To be pliable to her kneading.
In truth is beauty.
In truth is found pure nakedness.
When I am naked, I see the things I hate.
I see the things that make me sick.
I see the things that bring anger and a bitter taste to my lips.
I see betrayal. I see a cut to the very depth of my soul.
Truth has kissed me,
Let me not turn my head, no not now,
Let me not turn my head.
A kiss of sorrow.
A kiss of betrayal.
A kiss of ruin.
With truth must come growth, for when I see her, I know her.
I know more, I understand more.
She brings me age, she brings me wisdom, she brings me unbearable pain.
Truth does not smile. She does not laugh.
She is ever somber. She is ever strong.
Truth does not discriminate.
Truth tears me apart piece by piece until I am nothing but who I am.
Let me be so blessed as to know truth.
Let me be so honored as to embrace her.
Let me live my life hand in hand with her.
To love her embrace.
To be pliable to her kneading.
In truth is beauty.
In truth is found pure nakedness.
When I am naked, I see the things I hate.
I see the things that make me sick.
I see the things that bring anger and a bitter taste to my lips.
I see betrayal. I see a cut to the very depth of my soul.
Truth has kissed me,
Let me not turn my head, no not now,
Let me not turn my head.
A kiss of sorrow.
A kiss of betrayal.
A kiss of ruin.
With truth must come growth, for when I see her, I know her.
I know more, I understand more.
She brings me age, she brings me wisdom, she brings me unbearable pain.
Truth does not smile. She does not laugh.
She is ever somber. She is ever strong.
Truth does not discriminate.
Truth tears me apart piece by piece until I am nothing but who I am.
Let me be so blessed as to know truth.
Let me be so honored as to embrace her.
Let me live my life hand in hand with her.
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on Thursday, September 13, 2007 at 4:18 PM.
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