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.
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