Truth walks slow through shadows underneath. No mask to wear, no lies to keep. It stumbles hard, it bends but won’t break. The quietest voice that the world should wake.
all those years,
memorized those crucial moments,
unusual time,
But the direction that matters,
won’t just come from the past.
as change is part of the norm like-
ocean waves.
Sometimes getting confused,
Pointing not outward —
but deep within,
truth is what we're pursuing.
Oh, it’s not a decision I made,
it’s an unspeakable story hidden, untold,
A voice in the silence I can’t ignore .
The puzzle with misplaced pieces.
But hopefully the reality doesn’t bend or break off—
It just leads us to the truth we try to discover.
Truth walks slowly through shadows underneath,
No mask to wear, no lies to keep.
It stumbles hard, it bends but won’t break,
The quietest voice that the world should wake.
Not carved in stone, not locked in time,
It grows in minds that dare to climb.
Through fog and fear, it finds its way —
The first light after a long dark time.
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