Truth
D
Dm W
0
Altın Yaprak
Truth is decidedly bitter.
It is not adorned with jewels
Or accompanied by angels.
It doesn't heal our wounds & scars.
Mystical ointment won't stop the pain.
O we must all carry our crosses
On the long, dusty road of life.
We must sacrifice our egos
In order to be born again.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş