Space has all the silent approval, br truth will not multiply. br br Another funeral takes place br in the barren field of lies. br Fire burns the life’s hopes, br while town mourns the death. br Sunshine bakes the eyes br but truth will not multiply. br br Desireless peak of thoughts br sets out the smoke, br towards our homes, br trampling the shame, guilt and hurts. br We were still indulging in useless talk br but truth will not multiply. br br Virtue has a unique impulse br a drone in the ears. br Fog was waiting for the sky. br The planet empties a bucket of sorrow. br I will favour the faceless name, br but truth will not multiply.