The Truth - Poem by Black Rabbit
Ok, you want the truth, here it is:
The truth is that lives get lost.
Love doesn't always pay the cost.
People are mean and cruel.
Hate and anger is sometimes a fuel.
But the truth is equal parts good:
The truth is people come together.
To fight the storms they weather.
Salvation is out there.
Even if you don't know where.
Hearts don't always mend like they should:
People can cry in their sleep.
You can bury the pain deep.
But it comes again someday.
Because that is the way.
Somethings are better this way:
In the end is where we weigh the cost.
Of everything that is found and lost.
Things we think we cannot do without.
We might someday find in doubt.
The truth is no one can tell you the truth:
It's always what you think is real.
Of weather this is a good or bad deal.
It's up to you to hold close.
The things you love most.
What you do is up to you:
Keep doing what your doing or not.
Its up to you, its what you got.
If these words are true to your heart.
Then this is some special art.
Some people you will find.
Don't like poems to rhyme.
You will also find too.
That some people do.
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