Truth and Lies

Not all who weep are hurt,
Not all who die are dead,
Not all who guard are alert,
Not all that is heard is said.

No road will never end,
But ancients know the lore,
For who knows what lies past the bend,
Save those who have been there before.

The hour of the dawn is nigh,
And the dead will rise again,
For not all myths are lies,
And no road will never end.

At the end of every sea,
And the start of every day,
Not all who seem to be
Will be what they say.

For those that weep will be strong,
Those who die will rise,
Those who guard will guard long,
And those who listen will hear no lies.