What Is Truth - Poem by Christina Byrd
They say the eyes are the windows to your soul,
but even if you were to find nothing would you still pay the toll?
They say what is truth?
and I tell you friends, it is not just around the booth.
You find it in the deepest part of your heart..
Where right and wrong are not far apart.
Truth is neither good or bad
It is simply a launching-pad.
So dont ask what is truth,
because it is in us, the youth.
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