Beauty stands

Beauty stands

I cannot hold

It in my hands

I must be bold

When beauty falls

Through all the worlds

And wars so cold

And beauty is as beauty calls

And I look upon the scene

The sky is blue

The fields are green

And I know it's all to seem

For beauty stands and beauty falls

And our's is time

And time must rust

All the things we love and trust

Beauty binds us

And beauty must stand and fall

Stand and fall

Like all is dust

To savour a kiss of a lover's lust

A tree in the forest that turns to dust

Beauty stands and beauty falls

As the cows in the field chew cud

And the plain road turns into mud

All we know are the desert and flood

As beauty stands and beauty falls

And I know that my life is blood

And anything I do, I do for love

Because beauty stands and beauty falls

Yes beauty stands and beauty falls

Like time's sands

And castle walls 

Beauty stands

And beauty falls

And like some hands

Whose prayer does call

Beauty stands

And beauty falls

And if your love 

In times are lost

Do not be afraid

Trust in the cross

For that man

Who guards it all

Beauty stands

And beauty falls

And if you walk in a troubled land

Where there are no friends

near to hand

Only the devil's tempting call

Beauty stands and beauty falls

Beauty stands through it all

Beauty stands through it all

The ravages of time

And beauty falls

Beauty stands and Beauty falls

Through our hands

Like crumbling walls

Through it all

He stands

Yes beauty stands tall

And the fires of love burn quick

They beat our hearts with a birch whip stick

And they call love is cold oh love is cruel

Beauty stands through it all

The ways of man

They stand and fall

And beauty is like no other plan

Beauty stands

Through it all

The Truth

It was hidden behind a facade 

It was the tree lost in the wood of lies

I was blind to it, didn't want to hear it

Even closed my ears and eyes

And stuck my head in the sand

 

But it was ferreted out, it was winkled out

And prized apart like an oyster to reveal its pearl

It was weighed in the hand, on the scales of justice

It has been weighed against the purest gold

And found to be of perfect carat

It has the clarity of a diamond

It shines a light, but not through a prism,

It does not dance like an ephemeral rainbow

It stands tall, but is often hard to pin down

It changes shape or appears to sometimes

But in reality it never changes at all

It is fact incarnate

It is the living flesh of an idea of man

But then women know it

As too a child can

It requires, like the pearl, grit to make it stick

Courage to tell it

the balls to speak it

But like a weight-lifter's load

It is a relief to get it off your chest

And often involves fits of tears

And smeared make-up and tissues

In hospital waiting rooms

Or beside beds

It is pure,

It is the most valuable treasure we own

Yet it cannot truly be sold

Because when this is tried it disappears

Below the fold

To others it is a tradable commodity

Because someone will pay top dollar for it

But when they have it, they only wish to hide it again

And cover ups are cheaper when they are smoked

With a pack of lies

It is like a ticking bomb then, liable to explode

In their hands

Or like a burning match it will burn the fingers

Of the one holding it, yes, it is sometimes fire

And sometimes ice, because they die with it.

They take it to their graves.

And then the trail runs cold, 

But if we let ourselves sell the truth so cheaply

We sell with it our souls.

It comes out in the wash

With the dirty linen

It is the skeleton in the closet

To be discovered by the bin men

It is told in halves, in pieces of a puzzle

It is hinted at by clues or by fingerprints on a muzzle

It sometimes can seem dark, though often loud as a dog's bark

And like a dog with bone at play, it too must have its day

 

It is free to everyone whether a king or a slave,

Yet it can cost the earth, or it can cost a close shave,

It can slip from your hands when you don't watch it

You must keep your eye on the ball, you must be brave

It is the writing on the wall, it is the writing on your grave

It is truth and most of all if you speak it then someone’s life you might save