LYRIC FOR SALE

By William Peachey

There's a stranger in the night
who bares the secrets of your life,
and all the rules of wrong and right.

Life in reverse revelation implied.
Expense was to those in which you relied,
and moments in time are now denied.

Worn by the weary now all that you wear.
Torn from the teary nobody is spared.
The rights of others you did not care.

You can't remember what brought you here.
Nearing the end a picture is clear.
You fostered our lives with hatred and fear.

A brush with brings truth to bare.
A look in the mirror won't find you there.
Blind are the eyes from which you stare.

Now you're lost deep inside.
There's nowhere to run no place to hide.
Say your prayers judgement cries.

Absolution even for you.
A cowardly fusion of lies and truth.
Convenient collusion an unjust rescue..............