Was on a late spring evening,
the air was cool and light.

I left the window open,
heard the whispers of the night.

The words arose in quiet tones,
from the sidewalk down below.

The truth’s not there for all to see,
There’re some things you can’t know.

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Sleep came soft and gentle,
and the hours slipped away.

Till screams of horror pierced the still.
What it was, I couldn’t say.

The veil of night hides many sins,
when darkness says hello.

The truth’s not there for all to see.
There’re some things you can’t know.

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He asked me for a dollar,
or maybe it was two.

He had to find a way back home,
his daughter had the flu.

I knew that he was lying,
but I didn’t let it show.

The truth’s not there for all to see.
There’re some things you can’t know.

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I’ll be with you along the way,
our steps go side by side.

Though storms may blow and thunder roll,
my comfort will abide.

But wait, here comes another one,
my friendship to bestow.

The truth’s not there for all to see.
There’re some things you can’t know.

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Fears that come in sleepless nights,
make restless in the day.

Anxious for the times to come,
we’ve nothing but to pray.

For comfort and a quiet peace,
and mercy free to flow.

The truth is there for all to see,
There’re some things we can know.

copyright 2016, joseph e bird