The man who was once the picture of truth
Is now the picture of lies.
He cries himself to sleep at night
With sorrow in his eyes.

The man who once smiled with joy
Is now framed with a frown.
For he says it was just God
Who said to beat his son down.

His head is filled with broken dreams
That never do come true.
He just looks back on the final day,
All he asks is for a redo.

He goes to town and passes a shop that
Reminds him of his kid.
The doctor says he has an illness
Not even meds can rid.

He goes through life with pain and fear
Knowing that he was the one.
He looked away but came right back
Because he knew he killed his son.

They locked him up for almost twenty years
Before he came out brand new.
He emerged from jail without anything
No son, no me, no you.

Outside he’s light inside he’s black,
As cold as ice his heart.
For while in jail a woman had died
He knew he played a part.

When he arrived at home all damp and wet
Because of the storm in the air,
He came to see his only wife
Giving him a deathly stare.

A rope was tied and hung up high
So she really had no chance.
He thought to himself oh why oh why
For this was no silly trance.

The man who was once the picture of truth
Is now the picture of lies.
Every night he looks inside his head
And cries, and cries, and cries.