Lies Hold Truths That Aren't Poem by James McLain

The truth to her
not very real
is never told
that way.

The price that's paid
is never good
when lies
get in the way.

To get the truth
the golden road
leads back
the other way.

If I
must pay in diamonds
bright
her golds not pure
I say.

Rubys red
the other way
when read
but some times
aren't.

A lie
when told
if God can see
what
others never could.

Each lie you tell
concluded with
a truth
they can not sell.

On the road that I
must take
began with what
I said.