Tell me some secrets, tell me no lies
I see the world through wizened eyes
Truth whispers, she does not roar
Fool’s gold glitters and washes ashore
Nuggets to find
In words, in touch or perhaps a nursery rhyme
What is truth?
A gem to own?
Or gold mined in the soul
From fires we start
We find truth within
Created from courage
And learning from sin
Our voice is unique
Gold weight not sold
Truth prospecting it seems, never grows old.
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