If my truths are not yours my friend
Neither are yours mine
But let us stand beside them
As they stand the test of time.
And let our lives be lived as evidence
If we would at all be heard
Although above the clamor
History has the final word.
Truth is not stone
Neither right nor wrong
Have any sacred heart
Though Emperors and Prophets
Have played this for their part.
No word is law in every case
Nor can any power budge
That ancient stone
Sealed sure in time
Leaving history the judge.
Truth is found in wisdom
And wisdom found in time
Only vanity imagines
No riddle in the rhyme.
Yet who shall have the final word?
It shall be left unsaid
As history beside us sleeps
In our eternal bed.
