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I WANT THE TRUTH TO BE KNOWN
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LYNN TRUE
Lyrics by Spandau Ballet
So true funny how it seems,
Always in time, but never in line for dreams …
I bought a ticket to the world,
But now I’ve come back again,
Why do I find it hard to write the next line,
Oh I want the truth to be said …
Always slipping from my hands,
Sands of time of it’s own,
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be known …
This is the sound of my soul,
This is the sound …
POEM: I WANTED THE TRUTH TO BE KNOWN
Why do I find it hard to write the next line,
Without mentioning her,
Without feeling that sense of loss,
Yes, I bought a ticket to the world,
But I’ve come crashing down again.
It seems to be the mantra of my soul.
Believing beyond destiny,
Without a care in my head,
Believing beyond fantasy,
Where if I had stopped for a second I would have known.
But I blinded my soul to imbibe this epicurean delight.
The illusion,
Cast from her delusion,
Was a magnificent sight …
A taste all too willing, ready and ripe …
But evidently, she wasn’t ready …
To be taken in,
To be held strong,
To be loved.
Oh, why do I find it hard to write the next line,
I want the truth to be said …
But where does it lie,
Between my once dreams of belief in destiny and fantasy,
Or the illusion in her delusions,
Both intersecting in a maddening world,
Neither of us could separate,
Neither of us could know,
The subconscious wails of wounded baby rabbits--
Where was the difference in the sounds of our souls?
Joy is fleeting,
Pain is never-ending,
The division between,
Is thinner than smoke.
Is truth here now,
And gone the next,
Does it twist like biological strands,
Concrete and inflexible.
Or is it a spirit,
Constantly changing,
Simply, blowing in the wind?
