Seeking human truth
Seeking human truth
The sharp edge of human truth
Too cold a heart, and a man will freeze-up
Too hot a heart, and a man will burn up
Human truth is a patch up of finely scented sentiments
Good enough to build empires but poor enough to destroy them then
I look up at the church bell tower
Sitting on the roof a single black crow
Cawing loudly in the early hour
Echoing in the cool morning glow
As if human truth were his alone
As if he taught men all he’s ever known