We will never have our soul sealed
with lies we tell them that are real.
Not like a cat with nine lives-
you know a lie never dies.
All the little lies we try to tell-
we cover them till they grow and swell.
In all the stories we fill with lies
we lose the truth that lies inside.
We never see the tears that flowed,
in the heart of the one we turned cold.
Never again will the love be there-
this truth that we could not share.
We go on as if everything is all right-
we are at our best in the dark of night.
Little white lies that no one sees-
these lies are killing you and me.
Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore