The Truth

Now it's so hard to find and daily fading behind gone are the days of truth the universe reject her fruit The rich openly detest her taste how speedily they forget in haste that the world on truth it built and her treasure, lie cannot loot The truth patiently plants her seed looking for the chosen few to feed and how uneasy it is to see that her gain is vaster than the sea Some hundred years a lie could reign running afar in a speed of rail but for the truth, a day it takes to meets with lie and overtake The truth can happily live in boredom as long in our mind it preaches freedom she walks her way beyond rejection and in meantime attracts affection.