Speak To Me of Truth As An Old Friend Would

Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would Tell me with love, home truths to shake my walls Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good Bring me tough love, like a true father should Wisdom I know, but don't act on at all Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would After each fallen hall in which I stood. An moments of ore, in my core, might stall. Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good. Tell me by the side of fire climbing wood. In the deaths of shadows unknown to all Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would. Give me strength, inspire me like mother could.  My fists in balls, my goal, is not so tall. Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good. My companion, I'll catch you if you fall I hope my love is more then understood Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.