Beneath the veil of whispered lies,
Truth stands bare in humble grace.
It seeks not to disguise or hide,
But to reflect the soul’s own face.
In shadows where the silence reigns,
A whisper grows, a gentle call.
Truth unfolds, breaking chains,
Revealing light amidst the fall.
Through the storm of doubt and fear,
A beacon shines, unwavering, bright.
Truth guides the lost, the seer,
Bridging darkness with its light.
Embrace the truth, though it may sting,
For in its warmth, new hope takes flight.
It is the song the brave hearts sing,
In the endless dance of day and night.