It was clear
It was bright
It was a shining star on a black black night
It was pure
It was plain
It was a weird, wild party and nobody came
It was my blood
It was your sweat
It was a waterfall of tears when no one gets wet
It isn t in the news
Or any magazine
It won t turn a profit or make your toilet clean
It s not something you can see
Or something you can buy
It s very nice to swallow
When all you re fed are lies
What is this stuff?
This girl made stuff
This powerful, magical illicit stuff
It s the truth
Maybe if we told it to our children they could tell theirs.