Where will the Honesty lie?
Where will the Honesty Lie?
When weeds do grow and tangled stems
Searching for the light
Do blindly twist and turn before they settle for the night
And where will the honesty lie
When genetic flowers spawn and dance at inappropriate times
Distilling fears in blossoms of unique beauty,
Some so small their presence sadly felt
Such a wayward tree was spored for these?
How Ravaged has the harvest been
By the rapid plough of the Honesty bean
When the scent is scarce
And the trace of the flower lean
Why hides the beauty when it comes to Honesty
Why lies the man as he begins to climb the wretched tree?
