The Truth - Poem by David Beckham
There's are some stories we will all die with
There's are also those stories we all die to tell
Here is one
The truth about wars and death,
Of pain and sorrow are hidden deep in the heart of men
The dead man's face...
The truth he knows he can't share no more
He is forever gone with it
Death comes to all
But for some to death the truth they take with
'Why do we hide the truth'?
Why is the easiest thing to ask
The hardest thing to know is the truth!
Pain and horror cast a shadows on the truth
Sometimes, shame and grief blots out urge to tell the truth
The past is painful...
So like a safe deposit box, the truth is stored away
So the whole world in a lie because all the truth will never be told
Forgive me I die, the truth I take away with me
Follow me home, the truth goes along with you
A vicious cycle this that we die with the truth but no one knows
Shameful and deceitful, in a life of lies we live in
Reach out to tell the truth
Hold out a candle
The candles glow stronger the more we light up
The truth we tell the brighter the world is
Darkness covers the earth
The secret lies are a blanket over the face of the earth
In the hearts of men a glimmer of hope if one man the truth is told
The truth we tell fills the balloon and it blows up big
Let it out, let peace be, fill the balloons up, let love live
The truth is peace
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