The truth Sometimes inconvenient But always better It puts you at ease come what may You might be in a boiling water Boiling hotter than a 100 But that's it, nothing more Grace could speak for you and grace might not But at that point, It could only get better, not worse. Its a bitter pill when we have done bad and have to confess Its a bumpy road our conscience ticks on Its a path we have to take over and over when we do not say it The truth, nothing but the truth opens a new door A door of calm, and of peace.
Diary of a Nigerian Boy.