Deborah Conway
It was clear
It was bright
It was a shinning star on a black, black night
It was pure
It was plain
It was a weird, wild party and nobody came
It was my blood
It was your sweat
It was a waterfall of tears where no one gets wet
It isn`t in the news
Or any magazine
It won`t turn a profit
Or make your toilet clean
It`s not something you can see
Or something you can buy
It`s very nice to swallow
When all you`re feed are lies
What is this stuff?
This gourmet stuff
This powerful, magical, illicit stuff
It`s the TRUTH
Maybe if we told it to our children
They could tell theirs Send " Dcn 348" Ringtone to your Cell