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 soulâ€™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