The Truth Will Out
The Truth Will Out
Every dog has its day,
But soon enough it will fade away.
When its day has been and gone,
You will see I’ve done nothing wrong.
It won’t be long until you realise,
I’ve been painted by a thousand lies.
Don’t look at me acting in shock,
You know I’m not wearing the devils frock.
When I’m on the up and I’m on the rise,
Don’t come to me looking for a prize.
You listened to the devil and you sold me out,
You should believe in me without any doubt
I won’t let myself go out unheard,
That dog is going to be running scared.
When everyone sees the lies it’s spread,
They will also see, he’s gone in the head
When it’s over and the dogs feeling sad
I won’t go out hating, even if I'm mad
This is the last round, yes the final bout.
As great lady told me once, THE TRUTH WILL OUT.
Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016
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