Truth mingled with lies,
that cover the truth,
that portrays the lies.
What do you believe?
What do you say?
Even if the truth is not presented,
the lie lingers thereafter.
So I do not ever believe you,
I will not forget that lie.
What could be worst?
The cause or the effect?
But that lie, that precious sweet
lie only leads to the next one
and then the next one
Not all those lies coming from
you. But the lies of the past sent
beyond to waken the spirits of tomorrow.
I look forward to then, because
then maybe my soul can have
some rest.