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Jul 2014
There is no truth, there is no truth
The whisper on the wind.
There is no truth, there is no truth
Where should I begin?

To live at all is such a gift
Though life is fraught with pain
While my heart aches, so does yours
But still we sing that old refrain.

No one knows the pain I've felt
But that is where you're wrong
We all bear the rugged cross
We've borne it all along.

No one stops to look around
And see I struggle too
But when I fail and fall to earth
The bell, it tolls for you.

I AM the truth, you ARE the truth.
Shout it to the wind
All around; your fellow man
Your best and only friend.

Side by side lets grit our teeth
and march upon the hill
The one collective soul of man
Our iron inner will.

If one shall fall, we pick them up
We are one massive soul
Keep this in mind as we plan
The planet's future goals.

WE ARE THE TRUTH, I hear it now
erupting from the lungs
of 7 billion hungry mouths
the dawn at last has come.
Jonathan Firmin
Written by
Jonathan Firmin  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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