Like a tear that falls from your eye,
truth is a raindrop that falls from the sky.
Where will it fall? Who, if anyone, knows
It moves through the clouds as the wind blows.
It falls from the lip and the tip of the nose.
Where will it fall? Who, if anyone, knows.
It may become part of a stream.
It may fall upon the grass to make it green.
It may run into a river, pond, or lake.
Who knows the path that the rains’ tears take.
It may fall upon the mountaintop.
Who knows where it will flow or stop.
Like a tear that falls from your eye,
truth is a raindrop that falls from the sky.
Who, if anyone knows, what it will become?
The truth is, “The truth”, is a matter of opinion.
It may become the essence of a Flower, wild.
or fall into a well to quench the thirst of a child.
Who knows when it will fall? Or how it will fall?
As rain, sleet, or snow? or as an ice shower,
It changes in time, evolves in the hour.
No matter where it falls, or when, or how it falls,
or what it becomes, it never stays the same.
That is why truth is like a tear is like the rain.
WoPoLi 
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