Truth:
Somedays I wonder why;
Somedays I let it be;
Somedays I need to fly;
Somedays I need to see;

The truth it cuts us, to the bone;
Yet removes the sense and fear of unknown;
With simple questions, we search for it pure;
With simple replys it evades us still more;

The truth that we hear is almost correct;
It deals us our hands then shuffles the deck;
We play out our cards from the truth we have known;
But too quickly learn there is more than is shown;

There's passion and lovers all hidden from view;
And tales of deciet, some old and some new;
These truths all in hiding for reasons unsure;
More harm done than good, more pain to endure;

Hidden for image, hidden for safety;
Hidden for love, to hold on to it maybe?
For feelings and tears we hold on to the lie;
Hide it and nurture 'till those feelings die;

The truth we can give and shed on it new light;
Open our hearts and give in to the flight;
This truth that we hide can tear us completely;
Or be given a voice and bring on new beginning;

--pete