She asked about her voice.
'Is it cool? Is it fine?'
She sings nice, but not so good.
Still, you give a nod.
Small little lies,
Just to boost her up.
Small little kindness,
not a harm done.
They groan about their house.
‘It’s not a pretty sight!’
Thus, true and you sympathize,
So you say, ‘It’s nice!’
Small little lies,
to make them happy.
Small little kindness,
smart things to say.
He asked about his girl,
Will she come back again?
You know she found another,
yet you say later.
Small little lies,
Just to make him glad.
Small little kindness,
not to feel bad.
Lies, lies, lies and more lies.
White or dark, all the same.
You think it’s a good thing,
soon they’ll feel the pain.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya 8/11/10
'Is it cool? Is it fine?'
She sings nice, but not so good.
Still, you give a nod.
Small little lies,
Just to boost her up.
Small little kindness,
not a harm done.
They groan about their house.
‘It’s not a pretty sight!’
Thus, true and you sympathize,
So you say, ‘It’s nice!’
Small little lies,
to make them happy.
Small little kindness,
smart things to say.
He asked about his girl,
Will she come back again?
You know she found another,
yet you say later.
Small little lies,
Just to make him glad.
Small little kindness,
not to feel bad.
Lies, lies, lies and more lies.
White or dark, all the same.
You think it’s a good thing,
soon they’ll feel the pain.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya 8/11/10
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