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Some think truth is a fire
Burning away the impurity inside
Refining away all we divide
But fire burns everything
Not just our pride
Truth must be better than that.
Some say it's a mirror
Reflecting the whole
What's on the outside's projecting the soul
But mirror's just show us ourselves
And that leaves me cold.
Some say it's an ocean
Nigh endless and vast
Telling the stories of centuries past
Sometimes clear as glass
Sometimes clouded through
But it still has an end
And it still shows you. . . you.
I think it's impossible
For even the brave
I think more became less
Wore the skin of a babe
Became mortal, yet not, was nailed to a stave
I think Impossible took on the grave
And won
Carried us out on it's back
For what else but Truth
Could really do that?