the search for truth

april.23.2003

All these questions racing,
but answers I can't find.
The search for truth is trying,
this war controls my mind.

Holding onto something,
but what I cannot see.
Asking for the reason,
of why this has to be.

The days pass by my life,
but the meaning echoes far.
I'm searching for some hope,
and the truth of who you are.

I must find some solace,
in all the words she said.
The search for truth is endless,
this simple life is dead.