No Word Of A Lie Poem by This is not me ...

Under the stars we started talking,
About things you and me will never really understand

Where does the time go with each passing of the day?
If you ain’t living now you’re dying young

Why does this world insist that you and me become something,
That you and me were never meant to be?

And if I choose to be so blind and dream upon a star,
Will all of you believe in what I am?

Now close your eyes child but remember,
That with every passing second there’s a chance to turn around

But it’s the past that makes its mark;
With irresistible surprise;
So I will carve out my own path;
And know that’s no word of a lie.