In the silence of the night, truth whispers low,
A gentle breeze through the leaves, where shadows grow.
It dances on the edge of dreams and waking sight,
A beacon in the dark, a soft and guiding light.

Beyond the masks we wear, beneath the lies we weave,
Truth stands steadfast, a force that does not leave.
It pierces through the veil of doubt and endless fear,
A silent guardian of all we hold dear.

In the depths of the heart, where secrets reside,
Truth waits patiently, like the turning tide.
It washes over the soul, cleansing and pure,
A timeless essence, both fragile and sure.

So let us seek this light, with courage in our stride,
Embrace its clarity, let it be our guide.
For in truth, we find not just the end, but the start,
A journey of the spirit, a journey of the heart.