Searching for the truth could literally be like br Trying to find that needle in a haystack br The truth is the needle br First, it starts with the blessing br With the blessing comes the Grace br With the Grace comes the Wisdom br With the Wisdom comes the Patience br With the Patience comes the Perseverance br With Perseverance comes the filtering br And then you start to filter br And start to realize that... br All that glitters is not gold br That it looks like the truth but it is not the truth br That it behaves like the truth but is not the truth br That it smells like the truth but is not the truth br That it taste like the truth but it is not the truth br What else can I say? br What the eyes sees is easy to accept br But do we accept without question? br How so foolish! br But its what the eyes can't see that makes all the difference br Because hidden in that haystack is the truth br So when poets see the future without a crystal glass br Or cries in the wilderness...