Your truth is built on shifting sand
On words that move and drift
One day proffers a helping hand
The next, opinion shifts
Your truth is like a house of cards
As brittle as your smile
I’ve felt your scorn and take it hard
I may be gone a while
Truth
Two Women and Some Books
Your truth is built on shifting sand
On words that move and drift
One day proffers a helping hand
The next, opinion shifts
Your truth is like a house of cards
As brittle as your smile
I’ve felt your scorn and take it hard
I may be gone a while
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