Tear Stains

Trust?
What is that?
Faith?
Are you kidding me?
Lies?
I've heard of that.
Doubt?
That ones easy.

Unkempt promises are the truth of every lie.
Every lie will soon be untold and so must die.

You will be found out.
You will be run down.
All I can say is, I hope you can shout.
But not even that will help if you drown.

Tear stains mark my pillow.
My head bowed, my hair falling as I cry like the branches of a weeping willow.

The lyrics to the song of my heart you have stopped singing.
And in another's ears those perfected words are ringing.