It's a spark
It's a shot in the dark
It's a very tiny sound
It's a word
It's one that no one heard
It's a scuffed out print on the ground
One perfect letter
In a book
I hear the Truth is out there
I'm not sure where to look
It's a chord
It's a tune that has no words
It's the smallest sound in the world
It's a voice
It's the final verse
It's a chorus waiting to be heard
One perfect letter
In a book
You tell me where's the fire
I say I'll bring the wood
It's a spark
It's a shot in the dark
You tell me where's the fire
I say I'll bring the wood
-Wild Talents "Spark"
The Truth is perception, mine and yours. The Truth will set you free. The Truth will handcuff and beat you. The Truth is a mystery. The Truth is unclear. The Truth is a promise. The Truth is a lie. The Truth is whatever you want it to be. The Truth is felt in hearts. The Truth is hidden in pockets. The Truth is captured in moments in minds. The Truth is distorted, twisted, bent. The Truth is what there is when everything else is gone. The Truth started it all in the first place. The Truth saves us all. The Truth takes the blame. The Truth gives. The Truth takes away. The Truth is perfect love. The Truth is I hate you.
If the Truth is all of these and none of these, what is the Truth really?
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