I used to think a lie was something cruel, A way to dodge the sharp edge of the rule. But some nights the truth comes in too fast, Kicks the door, won’t let the moment last. I’ve seen honesty knock people flat, Ask more than the body’s built to have. So I learned a softer way to stay— A story that walks you, not drags you, away. I don’t mean the lie that hides or cheats, I mean the one that slows your feet. The kind that says, “You’re not done yet,” When the heart’s not ready to accept. It doesn’t change where the road will end, It just holds your hand around the bend. Some truths need time to find their voice, So mercy steps in and makes the choice. The gentle lie that saves the day, Doesn’t erase the truth—it paves the way. Not deception, not disguise, Just kindness spoken in a smaller size. The gentle lie, we hold it near, Till the real thing’s safe to hear. If tomorrow asks me what I knew, I’ll say I knew enough to make it through. The gentle lie that saves the day, Walks us to truth instead of pushing our way. Frankly… Survival comes first. Understanding can wait.
