The Wicked
On many days and different ways
Friends are lost and feelings crossed
By a hurtful bird with a careless word
Truths are spoken and wounds reopened
You cannot hide that you've lied
Or enemies scorned nor hearts you've torn
You stole what's mine but in time
The wrong will be right and without fight
I'll catch you bluffing to leave you with nothing
Then we'll see who fell from the tree
Too high to climb to commit a crime
Don't look down, don't make a sound
And you will hear the sound of fear
Beating in your chest; against time your pressed
Not far to go to reap what you sow
Don't you dare shed a tear for my heart you seared
I couldn't care less; your too late to confess
Don't bother trying cause your soul is dying
Stabbed by your guilt from the lies you built
So others would think at them you wink
But to others you show and so all now know
What lies in your heart was Wicked from the start
Copyright © Daniel Mitchell | Year Posted 2008
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