Truth

We scratch and fight to learn

Where in this heaven our truth is

But will the years all burn

Before we look we look where our youth is

The dove is not distressed

For the truth of why or when

Her truth is food and rest

So she can fly again

Embarrassed now by all that hair

Young and foolish we declare

Didnt know what the game was

Still our aim was true

We took the world and made a fuss

But now the world has taken us

We are beaten but were learning what to do

The truth

The truth

The truth

The truth

We knew it in our youth