Standing straight and tall,
Searching through 
Darkened waters,
Hunting for truth,
Among the rocks and weeds.

Shouting in the dusk
With quiet words of pen,
Black words written
On sunset colors.

Telling us to look,
Pay attention!
See that there 
In murky waters?

Grab it, hold it!
Is it true, is it real?
Let light flow through it,
Name it, claim it.

Don’t let the night
Darken the search,
It is our duty, our calling,
You named it for us, Tre,

You named what we could not see,
You called it out, you held it high,
You yelled its name,
Its name is TRUTH.

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