The
truth of the matter is
© 1978 by Jim Andris
Songs of love might teach us a thing or two,
Might sing about love that's true from the start.
Promises might help us to turn around
By a change of the very ground on our part.
But the truth of the matter is:
As a result of the things that we've been through,
A part of the fact that I've held you,
I'm starting to act like I love you.
Songs of love ought never to come at the start.
Words of praise might mean what they seem to say,
Might even not get in the way of our love.
Gifts and games could hold us together too
When we ran out of clever things to talk of.
But the fact of the matter is:
Because of the things I've done with you
A new love is starting to issue:
If you left me, I think I would miss you.
Words of praise ought always to come from the heart.
Did you ask me what I was thinking of?
Ask me why I never sing songs of love.
I'm not a doubter, and I'm not a shouter.
And I'm not a deceiver,
But I'm fast becoming a you believer.
Rays of hope may never shine down on the scene,
Replacing the rain with a greener side of life.
Happiness may never be coming our way:
You may never venture to live out the strife.
But the truth of the matter is:
When you're holding me close in the darkness
It leaves me content and remarkless;
The beauty of love is its starkness.
Rays of hope ought never to keep us apart.
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