Facing The Truth Is A Fight – A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So much is drifting away
Into the day by day
Sunshine and flowers for everyone
Soon they’ll lose and be gone
Heart to heart like a stone
Till you settle down and alone
What is it with every song?
Why do we sing it still along

Rise and fall by your ways
Tempers of its turning grace
Something in what you said
Or in the papers old you read
You can not your fate’s cast
Dreams need its nature to last
Everything is lost in the crowds
Over blueberry hills - in clouds

So much is never to stay
Doesn’t matter what you’ll say
Playful moments they go
Just like the breeze down the row
You have to start to be sure
What becomes right in its store?
Facing the truth is a fight
That maybe is wrong though you’re right

Many scars are of its worth
Just like the ways of this earth
You better try them and keep
Find their currents and deep
Like anyone knows what to wear
So should you each way compare
But never be too small
To rise not again when you fall

You have to start to be sure
What becomes right in its store?
Facing the truth is a fight
That maybe is wrong though you’re right