If the truth Can set you free Why do you Deny your history Whether or not It’s blistery? In truth and fact That’s the mystery
Why is it so Important to hide The history that you Refuse to confide? As a matter of fact You’ve outright lied And sought to have The truth denied
You can’t change Your history But the future can be What it’s made to be And what shouldn’t be That hard to see Is the irony In my dichotomy
For the past You can be forgiven If you can change The way that you’re living Whether or not You find it misgiven That’s the direction in which You should be driven