Even if it glitters, is it really glory

Not all with a cover is a worthwhile story

Glittering like midday,

Under the moons ray

Life will reveals its true plight

For everything must look good to be right

Everybody applauds as the orchestra begin

Does anyone acknowledge the hours put in,

But all is hidden to make people look just

Yet the truth lies the below the crust,

Whether you have judged for hot or for cold

A different truth can be told

Time will reveal what is real

Even the truth will unfold

Regardless if it shines like paper or gold.