The Angels of the Lord look down in sorrow
A pitiful site so hard to follow
The sadness of life takes its toll
How can love be so full
An empty feeling of utter loss
A life depleted thrown and tossed
A companion gone and blown away
To new life so far away
There stands the fool full of sorrow
In front of people maybe tomorrow
Judged and Juried
Conviction confirmed
Sentenced passed and Punishment awaits
Long known friends vanish and vacate
The fingers point and the tongues may wag
Rustling in the wind like a brown paper bag
Little do they know about my story
They simply make up their own Jackanory
I was a victim of an heinous crime
But now my lord vengeance will be mine