The Trial

Pacing in an empty room, I'm sick, and tired of fighting This unyielding evil Who makes his case To torment our family And as the minutes turn to hours, I feel the force of cruel waves Crashing against the guiltless shore, As he tries to drown The truth in lies And so I say a silent prayer, Hoping against hope For an end To an endless storm I pray that when the tide retreats, His heinous lies dissolve in foam; That blinding rays of sun expel This ghost who haunts our happy home I pray his clever masquerade, Well crafted by undying hate, Will fall away like rotted wood Within the healing light of truth I pray, when everything is seen, And all is known and understood, That Justice wash away this scourge Forever from our lives.