virtues

 truth is best found in small silent places

you find at last the finer goods you seek

and learn that honest things are not unique

 

but do not come arrayed with airs and graces

honour is not reserved just to the meek

truth is best found in small silent places

 

love shows herself alive in joyous faces

and happiness in valley not on peak

not by great river but by little creek

truth is best found in small silent places

where we must navigate

 this is the point where all our natures meet

you'd think us mad were we to list the tales

so many fools have been lost on this street

 

one thinks himself part of the great elite

another looks and laughs when the first fails

this is the point when all our natures meet

 

you hide your heart and wait to see complete

the fullness of the light on all details

so many fools have been lost on this street

 

that when we speak it seems a huge deceit

a way to suck the wind out of our sails

this is the point where all our natures meet

 

no proper chance here for any retreat

we do not let the train go off the rails

so many fools have been lost on this street

 

and in the end there is no one to greet

nor any chance to balance all the scales

this is the point where all our natures meet

so many fools have been lost on this street