Without the truth,
Every word that we speak,
All the glory of our language,
Every ounce of our meaning,
Is lost.
Without the truth,
Words are just noise,
A babble of lies,
A veritable auditory miasma.
Truth is to meaning,
What air is to life.
For without the one,
The other cannot be.
April 2, 2007 at 11:52 pm |
lol reviewing it critically, it might be better as just the last verse. Comments?
April 8, 2007 at 9:26 pm |
That last verse is actually quite amazing, tis going on my myspace
April 8, 2007 at 9:38 pm |
Maybe:
Truth is to meaning,
What air is to life,
For without the one,
The other cannot be.
Slightly less dramatic. Either way, thanks very much man that’s a really nice comment