Is truth in the songs of stars,
Or in the beating of a heart?
Is truth found in the cold serenity of the moon,
Or in the hot rage of the sun?
I find truth
In the emptiness between stars, moons, and planets.

I look for truth under the most delicate leaves of roses,
And above the reach of the trees
That stretch into the sky, like bridges to heaven.
I look for truth under the earth
And on top of mountains.
I find truth
In the world around me.

What is truth?
Today, it is my tears and my smile,
The emotions that grow in my heart.
Tomorrow, it will be a dream,
A new hope or a great idea.
Truth cannot be found in yesterday,
For yesterday is only a memory.
I find truth
In the flow of time.

I watch people lie.
I watch people destroy.
I watch them ruin their own lives
And blame it on everyone else.
I watch to see
If anyone else is looking for truth.
I find truth
In the lives of liars.

When I am done searching,
I will die,
And find truth again
In the mystery of death.

Truth is different for everyone.
For some, it is love.
For others, it is facts.
My truth is my own, my secret.

I wait to find truth
Within myself.
I search and search
Until I am bleeding lies.
I still cannot find truth
Inside of me.