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.
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.
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