There's a path through the sand
Carrying on, a grimacing band
When you wake, I'll be gone
When you sleep, I'll coo this song
You're the only one who gave
A thought to understand
There's no glory in the truth
Look behind you all the time
There's no favor with the gods
Their crimes, we scream our story
2 comments:
No glory in the truth perhaps, but what of understanding?
But of course. If it really is the truth. With possibility, is there really such thing as an absolute?
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