Truth

I'm sorry when I do wrong

I'm sorry when I'm cruel

But the truth is 

We're thrust upon this earth,

Without a book of rules.

No rule to tell us how to live

How to be and how to act,

No rule to tell us how to love

We're placed here without tact.

But through rain or shine

Through right or wrong,

I promise

I will come out strong

And be for you

What you are for me,

The thing that I somehow most need

If I am wrong, 

If I'm not true

Remember, my heart

Will always come back to you.

The End

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