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The Lie - by Mairead Whyte

The Lie

As nice as pie, as dark as death
Her inner demon I had not met
Until the day I disagreed
And life cast a hard lesson down on me

That sounds like a witch hunt
I explained to her sweet face
But the devil turned
My words slandered all over the place

What was I to do?
Stand down from my beliefs
Word kept spreading
Would there be any relief?

What people think
Should matter none
I have to hold my head high
The days are long

I would have no part
In any schemes of revenge
Life is too short
No souls avenged

Those people of new
Don’t know who I am
Is their life more exciting?
With someone to damn

Only now do I see
The secret feelings in guile
Inside the ones
That feign the sweet smile

I still hear their whispers
The pain in my heart
Alone with my feelings
Never apart

That day I arose
From the hospital bed
The lasting memory
When I thought I was dead

Danger in my path
I was given a second chance
And those who gossip
Can dance their own dance

With the love in my heart
I can never again be beaten
It is only the ego itself
That succumbs to cheating

The soft breeze approaches
From the depths of my bones
Writing, drumming, travel
The gifts from my soul

And ...
The gentle spirit whispers
You are never alone

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