Happiness is a state of mind
and sadness is a property of thought,
surely the head face forward
and focus may not distract sideway
but truth be told, the soul falters.
Faith to us no more work,
believe is a book long read
the heart wither and the soul wary-
eyes now a dry land of tears
a little slip would be an eternal fall
and truth be told, nobody would blame.
a wish to say, a chance to beg
another day to cry for another day,
all for the hope, all in the pain
it's just a witless acceptance of doom
alas truth be told, help took a longer path.
if the field do grow, the land will be green
if the trees stretches, the sun will be cool
if the river flows, thirst would be quenched,
and if the truth be told, there will be no lies.
