Truth Lives
Truth will not die, it always finds a way to be reborn.
Bury the truth and it will take root
deep within the earth it lives
Waiting for the time to sprout up and feed
upon the light shinning it's path forward
and onward, traveling as a whisper
in the wind . First softly as gentleness of a breeze
awaking emotions into the hearts of men,
suddenly Truth spreads as a wildfire
by winds of hurricanes in voices
of repressed and enslaved seeking
and fighting for freedom
lead by truth.
All men are created equal by the breathe of God
Liberty is not dream but a birthright
For truth wrestles the weary soul free
into a living spirit of justice and liberty
won by the spelled blood of fallen heroes
whose sacrifice shields all before present and future.
Truth lives for a world that hungers to hear it
to speak it, to see it, to feel it, to taste it to live it.
We are free for Truth lives.
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