The blade was so sharp, That it cut without pain. Did anyone notice? Do I have to explain? Will my voice cry forever? Or forever be still - as I join my lost comrades On the top of the Hill.
They laughed with me, at me, And behind my back All the while my morals Were under attack, I, the unfaithful, Became my own jury That’s when the laughter Became full-blown fury.
There were many others As guilty as me Why are they still laughing? Why can’t they see? Why will no one judge them? My ears ring with pain I became judge and jury For I could never explain. pwl August 2015