Confessions ask the eyes 
Where are the places we are to surmise 
Residing at the cores of falsifications 
Overwhelmed by the truth of negotiations. 

There's nothing to profess 
As the words tie themselves in protest 
Reveling in the glory of dignity 
They propagate honesty. 

Soul leaves the dark recess 
In a turn to get back what it invests 
Snowballing the efforts of sweat 
Success is found by the brow of the tenacious.