Monday, February 15, 2010

The Truth

Floating high up on top of a cloud,
All by myself not a person around,
No ears to listen to my lies,
No eyes from which I need to hide,
So I'll speak the truth I'll speak every word,
The funny thing is it's just what you've heard,
You see what you get and you get what you see,
It isn't the truth unless you've heard it from me,
I have no secrets and nothing to hide,
Everything I've expressed I feel deep inside,
So don't be confused I'll be very clear,
I love one thing most and it's you my dear,
I can't put a price on what this world's worth,
But if I had to choose I'd sure pick you first,
I've been empty inside since I left my home,
And it's you that lets me know that I'm not alone.

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