She smiled and she grinned.
So happy, so free.
Unbothered by the worries,
Not one could plainly see.
But far beneath the smiles,
She screamed, a soundless cry.
She wept in deafening silence,
Underneath the lie.
He smiled, he laughed.
Such a friendly young man.
Bared one daughter, but no sons.
He walked every day, never ran.
But far beneath his chuckles,
Were rules set to comply.
With the daughter that he’d beaten,
Underneath the lie.
The evening of the funeral,
She’d mourned for their third part.
The mother she’d held dearly,
Heart spiked over the feeble chart.
Family gathered around him,
Said they’re sorry for his loss.
Wife and daughter gone,
He prayed under the wooden cross.
But far beneath his sorrow,
His heinous grin reached the sky.
For he cried tears of satisfaction,
Underneath the lie.
