A whispered lie, a life undone,
You think you have won, the race is run. But seeds you sow, they take their hold, A debt of truth, a story told.
A loan you took, a stolen dream,
Returned it will, a bitter stream.
With interest high, the payment due,
The lie you spun, will come for you.
A mask you wear, for all to see,
A saint in light, but not so free.
A hypocrite, a deeper shame,
When words you preach, you cannot reclaim.
So search your soul, in quiet space,
The person true, behind the face.
Are deeds and words, a matching pair? Or shadows dance, where truth cannot bear.