Why people can not be honest.
And,
Isn't it strange...
Why people object to the subject of truth,
To use.
But are accused of abusing it.
This I've got and it's understood,
I've got understanding.
And I don't make demands.
This I've got and it's understood,
I've got understanding.
And I don't make demands.
Isn't it strange,
I've got understanding.
And I don't make demands.
This I've got and it's understood.
Isn't it strange...
Why people object to the subject of truth,
To use.
But are accused of abusing it.
Isn't it strange,
I've got understanding.
And isn't it strange,
I don't make demands.
Isn't it strange,
This I've got and it's understood.
I've got understanding,
And I don't make demands.
Isn't it strange,
This I've got and it's understood.
I've got understanding,
And I don't make demands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem