The truth hurts to tell and to receive
But in the telling comes the reward
The truth is the greatest of gifts
between friends, laying bare what we are,
all that really is, revealed
What better or finer show
all pride and conceit gone
humble and awaiting judgement.
when all is talk and cheap only
the truth has value.
Truth is love beyond compare
truth is trust and faith and courage
all life lived has no finer ambition
than to live a life with truth in all things.
When you despair in all speak the truth
set yourself free and pass on the beacon of truth
Truth conquers fear - be brave.
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