truth lays in the vein of the branch and in the watery red eyes of the drunk it lays in the hottest sweats of summer and in that heartbeat that just reverberated through your entire universe it lays in the soft cry of an infant and in the death rattle of the last soldier in the last of all wars truth lays in the caress of a lovers touch and it lays in a widow’s graveside tear it lays in the wind that carries the seed and in the soil that hungers for fruition it lays embedded in a heart betrayed and it lays in both the pain and the forgiveness it lays in at the center of all we know it lays at the center of you and I