No Compromise

By Phillip Hennessy

 

Behind those doors
Closed off in our mind
Are all those chores
To which we were blind

What the eye doesn't see
The heart doesn't grieve
When the spirit is free
Then it's time to Believe

Let sleeping dogs lie
For they make no sound
They're keeping the torment
of truth underground

Those secrets and stories
Of innocent youth
are the soil of deceit
On the coffin of truth

©2012 Phillip Hennessy

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