Children of the Lie

Another grey and misty day
Crept into townfolks' minds
While in their lies the children tried
To loosen hateful binds

The dew stained grass could not surpass
The tears that overflowed
And all the pain let in the rain
Of mournful thoughts from old

The sun shone bright to try to fight
The shadow out of souls
But rays met walls that never fall
Unless the builder folds

And yet the sun was over run
By those who wanted more
The townsfolk walked but never talked
And closed up every door

While in their souls were many holes
Where good should not have died
But locked outside the sun now cries
For His children of the Lie

~Micaella, May 1997