Let the Truth be Consoled


On this day-stories will be told
On this day-questions will unfold
Pride will break those with the weakest hearts
Right in the soul’s most vulnerable parts

On this day-laughter becomes a cry
On this day-many will plead for an explanation why
Love is the ultimate prize
Why does it make so few wise?

On this day- happiness became a thing of the past
On this day- countless opportunities forgotten fast
What has this day come to?
Something several are unable to construe

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