The Truth

January 20, 2010
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There once was a princess
Who lived by the sand
What she held in her palm
Was the truth of the land

The truth it was vicious
The truth ‘twas a beast
It clawed at her arms
Took her flesh as a feast

The truth could be gentle
As calm as the sheep
It would kiss the wounds
The scars she would keep

She stayed in her room
Locked up like a doll
The voices in the distance
For her they would call

She gently escaped
Not making a sound
Her feet gaining speed
Once hitting the ground

She followed those voices
To the edge of a cliff
They sounded so appealing
Asking imagine if

She thought for a second
Knowing what to do
She took one quick jump
This feeling was new

She laughed as she fell
Knowing it would be ok
The truth slipped out of her hand
And drifted away





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