The truth’s ever bright like the sun.
But at times, the ignorant clouds lessen
its shine
In the eyes of Adam’s poor son
Now on earth, for rumours, it’s a chance
so fine!
The triumphs for rumours begin.
None dares to look for the truth but a few.
Now how on earth will the truth win?
For its light has not reached me or you.
Who’s wrong? Never the truth that’s ever
bright.
Is it the clouds? Oh no, they’re
helpless.
Then the man? No, he can’t see beyond his
eye sight.
Then who’s wrong...? I’m speechless!
Fine, let’s find the answer in patience
And wait until the clouds move apart!
