Counterfeit tears

Your compassion fell like a weighted stone from an adulterated sky.

As you in mockery’s chance and counterfeit tears began to cry.

 You are but a Jezebel amongst gypsies, possessed with madness of mind.

For I have been watching you through your deception robbed this world blind.

I cornered you once about your deceptive ways,

And your curt reply still confounds me to this day.

For I have never known none…no not one,

as cold and callous as the likes of you.

For I have seen, you paint your hard and lined face,

And powder and puff, and dress in fine lace.

Then to the lambs of innocence you would go,

Primping and pretending until you would steal the show.

With men being as sometimes men are

You would spin your sad tale of woe from afar.

And oh how these fools would stumble, blunder and fall,

When you with the wink of your deceivers eye,

 would bring them to your beckon and call.

However though with life being as such,

You never even realized that you used deception as a crutch.

For it has come full circle to you this day,

And now for the songs that you danced to, you will have to pay.

So bring not your counterfeit tears to me

And sing not your tale of woe,

For it is I

Who in

Sincerity truly cries.

For I cry not for you

I cry for me.

~Let It Be~

J. Allen Wilson © 2004