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Michael G Kimber
Michael G Kimber
The Nightwriter
Little White Lies
“To tell the truth”, they'll say one day;
you’ll know they're going to tell a lie.
It's just a little thing they say,
like 'cross my heart and hope to die'.
And when they whisper quiet and sure,
a secret for your ears alone.
It's almost certain there'll be more,
who'll break that trust, their conscience thrown
a secret for your ears alone.
It's almost certain there'll be more,
who'll break that trust, their conscience thrown
It isn't always what they say,
to tell a tale that isn't true.
Sometimes it's what they 'throw away',
or things they hide, with change of hue.
For sometimes when the truth is thin,
obscured with careless words between,
omission is as great a sin,
when what they say, ain't what they mean.
obscured with careless words between,
omission is as great a sin,
when what they say, ain't what they mean.
So hold your tongue, 'twill cost you naught,
be brave; sincere; hold back on spin.
Speak out with true and honest thought,
let not prevarication win.
But now and then the truth will hurt,
if words are aimed between the eyes.
And you may not the anguish skirt,
when 'out the window' friendship flies.
if words are aimed between the eyes.
And you may not the anguish skirt,
when 'out the window' friendship flies.
But if in reason you may say,
I'll hide a hurt, or ease a pain.
Would then a 'white lie' be OK,
or must I speak to wound again?
Your conscience now must be your guide,
to speak the truth, or let it go.
It's down to you, you must decide,
the answer's clear; . . it’s yes . . or no!
to speak the truth, or let it go.
It's down to you, you must decide,
the answer's clear; . . it’s yes . . or no!