True to the deceitful few
Never know where you will find home
On the edge of shadow
Where the motion talks
Staring at the moon through the leaves
Walking the beach in solitude
The deceit never stops hurting
Now I understand
Drowning in discontent
Every one lies
Reliving the past in your own mind
A honesty man in a deceitful time
True to the dishonest few
Never know where to find home
On the edge between darkness and light
In the shadows
Where solitude has a voice
Walking in sand under moon light
The truth is an illusion hiding in allegory
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