The Truth - Lydia Ainsworth

The cold that knows no bounds

The truth that hears no sounds

The steam that rises off the snow

When nothing else surrounds

How tall is the tallest tree?

How loud is the loudest sound?

In the place where all is seen and heard

The truth is underground.

Snow will always take the breeze

A shake that rattles timber, trees

Star shades fade and dim and glow

The truth is hidden far below

I wanna feel the truth, more real than real it seems

I wanna see a ghost, too clear to see its seams

I wanna hear a song

So true and clear and soft and loud

How tall is the tallest tree?

How loud is the loudest sound?

In the place where all is seen and heard

The truth is underground.

How tall is the tallest tree?

How loud is the loudest sound?

In the place where all is seen and heard,

The truth is underground