In the Quiet of the Night

In the quiet of the night,

in the times alone

is the truth the truth

or something unknown?

Can it be a both truth and a lie

or must one finally decide?

If and when,

one makes that choice

is there courage

and humilty

to face the voice

that pounds in ones head

again and again

that says something is wrong

something is dead

Is it the spirit within

that flickers faint with lies

while one is cuddled by earthly demise

fading and gripping

with all ones might

to a faint hope...

am I right?

When you know

you must face the truth

You must die to yourself

and give it up

the truth seams harsh

but is often kind

if with a humbled heart

the truth you did find

Lord grant me the courage

compassion and strength

to live by truth

and love to great length