If he wouldn't let me speak
How could I curse?

All they wanted to do
Was empty my purse

Light in the wallet
Already to begin with

A family of four
three dependents

I cared for them all
taking care of myself

Selfish greed,
They wanted to believe

Something untrue
A lie was told

Again the story must be told
Retold

Again, and again

The moon passes by
phases

Clouds block from sight
hidden

Darkest of nights
new

Known to all
touched by few

Only wish to love
to be loved

by you