Lying Down and Dirty

When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through, You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue. Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist, The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist. At that point you're left upon an island, naked and alone. With no one left to listen, no one to cast the first stone. So now you're on your own, with your lies and disbelief, As those you knew, now avoid you, and you're seen as a thief. Can redemption even exist now, for all the lies that you've told? Or has time passed right on by, while you've grown lonely and old? These may be the final questions, to answer or even hate. Finally seeing if you realize, you can no longer fabricate.