First, you have to know there are lies
First, you have to know there are lies
I may be lying to you now
There are things you cannot know
Things you want to
Understand in your bones
The way you believe in love
If allowed
This truth
Will
Hollow you out like
An old dead tree
It need not end this way
I once dreamed of perfect skies
Of constitutions and
FDR's greatness
I learned he lied and stole
As great men often do
But this is no cause for childish tears
Older eyes grow paradoxically
Both blinded and clear
Truth, beauty
Never fade
It all depends on
Where you look
dg
8/2/13
Sent from my iPad
I may be lying to you now
There are things you cannot know
Things you want to
Understand in your bones
The way you believe in love
If allowed
This truth
Will
Hollow you out like
An old dead tree
It need not end this way
I once dreamed of perfect skies
Of constitutions and
FDR's greatness
I learned he lied and stole
As great men often do
But this is no cause for childish tears
Older eyes grow paradoxically
Both blinded and clear
Truth, beauty
Never fade
It all depends on
Where you look
dg
8/2/13
Sent from my iPad
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