The truth can be subjective To each and every one of us When the masses are collective Is it objective or just trust To believe in something other Than what another has to say May deceive or may uncover Or discover what they may Not knowing ones perspective Can be a flaw within itself Because it governs their directive And whatever that entails So when the opportunity Comes along for you to speak Convey it with impunity From your heart for them to keep So that others want to copy Something known to be so real How could they ever not be So dam honest with such appeal Because even rumors make a space For a little truth to hide Yet barely leaving any trace Of what it has denied So when you only speak the truth The world will do the same To show that they don't need to prove What makes us all the same ...