Sylvia Frances Chan (22 November / Jakarta)

Honesty
Oh Lord, you don't know
something happened here
not for the good, I'm sure
why don't you say anything?
No words, no sighs, no kisses
Oh Lord, there is something misses

People, always thinking of their truth
People, always whispering it for sure
People, always persuading with their luth
Their truth is The Big Lie to lure

Oh Lord, you don't know yet
I oftentimes seem to forget
to ask you, why do all these happen?
make me shy worthwile to be rappen
They tell me it's the truth and nothing but the truth, never lies
My Lord, YOU knew it well, their truth is their own lies...

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