Asking for the truth, is possibly a mistake.
For inside each heart, the truth for love sake.
It could be so real, or surreal at times.
Living life for your family, reading between the lines.

Absolute, postive undenyibly sure.
Sounds so real, such words all the more allure.
The truth doesn't ever seem to live close by.
Why when the ref doesn't catch the foul we applaud the lie.

Where would be if our mask weren't about who we pretend.
I've tried the truth for years and years on end.
The more truth I tell, the harder the trials seems to be.
I wonder so much about my truth, and why don't others see.

I guess the best feeling is when its time to sleep.
I don't worry about what I did wrong if didn't whisper a peep.
I lay my head down, thank the Lord for the good and bad.
Sometime tears roll down, for the truth was really sad.

But through it all, and forsight not missed.
God's mercy and grace at his feet I will have kissed.
Upon my truth, there still is an element of pretend.
For normal its not, and telling the truth takes a special friend.

I like to say all is well and living is so great.
There more love from others, than the signs of hate.
I prentend alot that everything is just fine.
But more than I try to surrender the words between the line.

So ask me for the truth might make a great book.
Telling the truth, I might get a strange look.
So, this mask I wear that all is well for today.
Is because each night, I hope tomorrow is a normal day.

Night everyone.

TAB 05/05/08

Good write!
Goodnight...