Truth, the first casualty in times of trouble

purity and morality buried in the rubble

Children cry tears of fear

adults feel the darkness is near

who can be believed?

wishing not to be deceived

We call to heaven

to remove the leaven

lies abound where disaster lurks

the faces of evil men with grim smirks

Truth call out to we

who wish to see

makes us hear your small voice

help us make the right choice

Preserve us until that Day

where our tears will dry away

where your small voice will transform

into a mighty shout to rescue the forlorn

Tell them about this treasure

truth is valuable beyond measure

it calls now with a small voice

today you have a choice

So listen to truth’s small voice

it is soft

and pure

listen: for it is the cure