Oh what a tangled lie we weave, when first we practice to deceive.
The biggest lie of all is truth we refuse to believe.
Oh what deceptive trap we set when we choose to forget.
All the future holds could be good that hasn't happened yet.
All my life I've always known I wasn't quite fully grown.
The blooms and fruit would come from the seeds I've sown.
Beneath the weeds and debris the broken glass and unpaid fees;
Could I clear it out enough to see through to the good in me?
Then I opened up my eyes. I think I finally realized
To appreciate laughter you sometimes have to cry.
To anticipate Joy you sometimes have to see it die.
Years ago I told myself I would put my heart on a shelf.
One day I would give it away to someone else.
But when the day did appear I knew I needed part of it for myself.
This is how my story goes. How I got here God only knows.
Truth or lies no one knows. But while I'm alive it continues to grow.
SG Wallace 2008
The biggest lie of all is truth we refuse to believe.
Oh what deceptive trap we set when we choose to forget.
All the future holds could be good that hasn't happened yet.
All my life I've always known I wasn't quite fully grown.
The blooms and fruit would come from the seeds I've sown.
Beneath the weeds and debris the broken glass and unpaid fees;
Could I clear it out enough to see through to the good in me?
Then I opened up my eyes. I think I finally realized
To appreciate laughter you sometimes have to cry.
To anticipate Joy you sometimes have to see it die.
Years ago I told myself I would put my heart on a shelf.
One day I would give it away to someone else.
But when the day did appear I knew I needed part of it for myself.
This is how my story goes. How I got here God only knows.
Truth or lies no one knows. But while I'm alive it continues to grow.
SG Wallace 2008
