On my platform high,
I wonder watching the sky;
To feel what you felt, i try.
Asking myself, why?

He was a wretched fly;
A crafty fox with a sly.
Or did he change? He was awry.
He cheated. That i can't justify.

He, the most trusted allay.
With whom you imagined a world of joy.
Fought your world until you were bone dry.
The truth revieled when the end was nigh.

And that's when a part of you die.
With eyes like the sky in July;
I can feel your anguished cry.
Your trust he did crucify.

Tears were your lullaby.
And with rage you calcify.
Soon your values petrify.
Honesty is hard to come by.

Back then, I wasn't nearby;
Wishing I was, tears fill my eye.
A chill climbs up my neck as I lie;
It's my heart's howling outcry.

Not anymore. I'll not stand by.
Speaking to you in my mind's eye;
I promise, the next time you cry,
They'll be the tears of joy.