The Truth — текст песни (Brother Cane)

(Johnson, Rhodes)
This time
Maybe I was the killing kind
I go
But my leaving has gone awry
These days
Am I losing again?
The patience bending out of shape
Inside out my poor escape
Time turns a key that I`m holding on to
Can we feel the freedom another day
Hail to the truth inside hiding from you
Can`t let it fail to deliver us away
I`m turning around and I`m telling the truth
Look hard
Look at me I`m the only one
To decide
To release what I`m running from
You said
It was worth everything
And now these thoughts of hope embrace
The me I`m turning round to face
Don`t fade this time
You`ll be inspired
I`ve been resigned
When these fears subside
You`ll know me
This time, decide, to look hard, inside