Truth

Truth be told this is a lonely heart,

The yin without the yang,

The half of a whole,

An actor without his part,

The beauty of the world you see,

Comes in many ways,

But the only one which I will seek,

Is to be found with you and me,

The battle is already lost,

But the survivors carry on,

No matter the loss,

No matter the cost,

Continue to deny,

Unable to accept it,

You know it's true,

Even if you won't see it,

There is as much music to be found,
In the sound,
Of fingers on string,
As in the notes that you play,

And the words that you say.