Unaltered

Laurie christine

The rest of our lies, the last of our truth

Delivers us wrapped, in garments of youth.

Scorned by the pain of Life as we grew

The garments are torn almost in two.

The twisted excuse, The trusted belief

The fools we become distilled in the grief

The answers we seek,to questions we asked

The face of our own tis now put a mask.

The lives that we live around what we need.

Is forged by world of anger and greed

And the things we desire and long so to find

Are those of the heart unaltered by mind.

And yet we will settle for what seems to be 

Until the heart sees it true and Truth sets us free

 

February 25th 1999

 

  • Author: Laurie christine (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2020 03:23
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful flow,
    happy holidays

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Nicely written. Have a Happy Holiday and Seay Safe.



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