As all days before us,
and all those to come,
those with hidden faces,
they learn to be numb.

The youth grow with knowledge,
with hopes that life is true,
The old know by experience,
that everyone is two.

One truth unchanges,
but Two truths evolve,
One truth will live
but Two truths will involve.

No One truth between many,
will be so easily found,
but Two truths can search,
and find common ground.

So the old have two truths,
One of self and Two of life,
One to exist and one to survive,
but to have two truths
you must die inside.