holding hands
skipping like a stone
on our way
to see what we have done
the first to speak
is the first to lie
the children cross
their hearts & hope to die
bite your tongue
swear to keep your mouth shut
ask yourself
will i burn in hell?
then write it down
& cast it in the well
there they are
the mob it cries for blood
to twist the tale
into fore wood
fan the flames
with a little lie
then turn your cheek
until the fire dies
the skin it peels
like the truth, away
what it was
i will never say...
bite your tongue, swear to keep
keep your mouth shut
make up something
make up something good...
holding hands
skipping like a stone
burn the witch
burn to ash & bone |