All that was told were lies,
Yet they were blinded,
For your friend is a friend, they believed,
Dancing always, in the same circle,
Little did they know about the game Judas played,
To hug and to kiss, with a mind to rebel,
Poor lil kids, betrayed by a so called “dear” friend,
Now they sob sorrowfully day and night,
So innocent and so defenseless yet brutally attacked,
With spiteful words, a hug then a kiss,
For the love of money, the master is gone,
A shame, a shame, a shame, poor lil kids,
You ain’t got no silver nor gold,
But only a sincere and faithful heart…