Be True

There’s never a good time,

To say what needs to be said.

No moment, rhythm, or rhyme

So by the heart, ye be led.

Passions fuel words,

And emotions are fed.

By our perceptions…

Of desires, seeking perfection

Instead. [instrumental piano, crescendo]

Tangled is the web we weave,

Enmeshed in Chaos’ sleeve.

The only way to find reprieve…

Is when we decide to leave…. [instrumental violin and cello]

Mmm…

Leave behind our former shell,

Walk away from the hell.

That we created, unaware…

Of the wounds that we bear.

There’s never a good time,

To say what needs to be said.

Mmm… Ohhhhh….

So my advise to you…[pause]

To thine own self be true.

To thine own self be true… Mmm…