[A/N Hello one and all a new poem for the ones who actually enjoy my
amateur poems.Ok this one is about Harry in his fifth year when umbridge
makes him write I must not lie and it etches into his hand. kind of his
POV.]

Look through my eyes,
Then into my soul
What will you find hidden in the stone
Like the writing on my hands
Etched into my very soul
But what if i know
That it cannot be true be true
You can torture me
Destroy the life in me
Break everyone of my limbs
Etch a lie unto my hands
Into my very soul
But you cannot take waht is mine
You cannot stop my destiny
The truth will be revealed
Much to your dissmay
The truth that will uncover
The lies that you've portrayed
So do what you will
It won't make any differance
You won't make me lie,
About the truth.