Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
A LOST FATE
If there was a time when all was a haze,
And truth was a maze;
When life was a state of confusion.
It was the time when my loved ones,
Went away.
My heart went bleak, my mind a rage;
And all because, a lie was cheap.
The cheapest way to end it all,
And come out smelling, like a rose.
How could she do this thing to me,
For the sake of status quo?
The image that she put on me,
Was grossly misappropo.
The love of a child is one thing,
But to conceal truth for the sake of image;
So the child should never be called bastard.
Such a thing is vulgar at it's weakest,
And distasteful even to a fraud.
But to disregard a child that is righteous;
Because he's not your own;
And leave him to suffer indignation,
Because you could never bond.
The pain of a life gone sour,
Is a pain that's hard to understands.
Because when your life goes sour,
And your loved ones are made to go away,
Nothing can ever be sweeter,
Than the life you cherished yesterday.