"Spinning A Web Of Deceit"

The photographs of my life unwind
along a broken line painted white,
blinding my sight on asphalt road.

There where we argued that day
through our sad and broken vows;
my wife spinning a web of deceit,

lying to me the way she left me,
flying away not telling me where
in a note, saying her good bye,

to live with him in a mansion;
his barns full of wine and cars
the stallions stabled privately.


Our home once built on trust
with memories cast in stone;
now broken down in divorce,

for me to return to the road
trying to find a reason why
to tell her! "I forgive you."

The girl of my dreams
married in our teens
to wish for a baby,

born too ill to live;
the reason why
she ran away.