What is truth
What is a lie
Why did that man die
We don't know why
He doesn't know why
They don't know why
What we are told
What we hear
Becomes what we fear
What is clear
The people who protect and serve
Don't even live there.
Is that fair
Where does the heart of the city beats
In the church
In the community
In the streets
In a generation only concerned with their phones
Where is the trust
Where is the love
When all is left is the dust of a loved one.
Think before it is illegal
Feel before you told too
Your heart is your own for now.
It is easier to prove a lie.
Then to tell the truth.
It is easier to fear the unknown.
Then to politely open a door.
Feel before you think
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
What is a lie
Why did that man die
We don't know why
He doesn't know why
They don't know why
What we are told
What we hear
Becomes what we fear
What is clear
The people who protect and serve
Don't even live there.
Is that fair
Where does the heart of the city beats
In the church
In the community
In the streets
In a generation only concerned with their phones
Where is the trust
Where is the love
When all is left is the dust of a loved one.
Think before it is illegal
Feel before you told too
Your heart is your own for now.
It is easier to prove a lie.
Then to tell the truth.
It is easier to fear the unknown.
Then to politely open a door.
Feel before you think
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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