The truth is a beautiful thing but so are lies,
It does the same to you; give you butterflies.
The only difference being between those two,
Is to know what can be set as the best of value.
The only way to know what can apply to you,
Is to recognize what can be pulled through.
The truth is a beautiful thing but so are lies,
You do not know the truth by the look of eyes.
Lies are the deceptions of a faithful truth,
It stays with you either maturity or youth.
Lies are the inevitable world of a reality,
Being your friend with the end of an enemy.
Lies will always be part of your journey,
Yet will never stay as something of safety.
Lies are being created from the tip of a root,
And this deceit is being grown into a fruit.
Truth is the sincerity of what you feel inside,
It is everything that is pure for your guide.
Truth will bring you to a place of freedom,
And you will rise again from the bottom.
Truth will always bring to you its welcome,
No longer will you sense having a problem.
Truth is beauty yet lies have the same pride,
It all depends on the feelings we decide.
