filled with things passed by.
Passed by those needing it most.
Most seeing the least.
Keeping the voice hard inside, only for
my heart to listen. I feel eyes knowing
the secret I keep inside.
The truth wanting to be set free.
What truth is heard?
Who knows the truth?
Is this truth? Are you the truth?
Truth wants to be told.
But will those see the truth?
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