In shadows cast by doubt’s dark veil,
Truth stands tall, unwavering and pale.
It whispers softly in the night,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.
Beneath the surface of whispered lies,
Its essence pure, no disguise.
A beacon for the wandering mind,
In Truth, solace we often find.
Through storms of chaos and deceit,
Truth’s gentle hand is always sweet.
It heals the wounds of fractured trust,
Turning to gold what once was dust.
Embrace the Truth, let it unfold,
A story timeless, yet untold.
In its embrace, we find our way,
To brighter dawns and clearer days.