Sometimes the truth is like a weapon,
Sometimes, a way to see;
Sometimes we use it to be right,
Sometimes it sets us free.
And, there are times when it multiplies,
Like the branches of a tree,
Splitting and growing into different worlds,
One for you; one for me.
And somewhere, there’s a bigger truth,
Without a capital “T”,
With room enough for each of us
To grow, to love, to be.