Truth comes through
whether you think it shows or not;
the little quirks and smirks that Time forgot
We share our souls in the brilliance of a genuine smile,
the memories that don't fade with passing miles
Your open words ring true and can speak volumes,
may the Book of Your Life have many chapters still to go
What you don't know, you may learn in time
if you listen to visions bright and dreams sublime
You can hide behind a smile or wear you heart on your sleeve
but we can only become what we believe
Back around it comes to the word, choice
the tugging at your arm, that naggin little voice
caught between worlds of reality and fantasy
the razor's edge between clarity and insanity...
whether you think it shows or not;
the little quirks and smirks that Time forgot
We share our souls in the brilliance of a genuine smile,
the memories that don't fade with passing miles
Your open words ring true and can speak volumes,
may the Book of Your Life have many chapters still to go
What you don't know, you may learn in time
if you listen to visions bright and dreams sublime
You can hide behind a smile or wear you heart on your sleeve
but we can only become what we believe
Back around it comes to the word, choice
the tugging at your arm, that naggin little voice
caught between worlds of reality and fantasy
the razor's edge between clarity and insanity...
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