As the wheels roll on

So will the lies

Two blocks from home

With fire in his eyes

The smell of home

Is dead and gone

There sitting at home

His wife so all alone

She boils for revenge

With a twist of self-hatred

It’s 10:51

She know he won’t make it

He pulls in the driveway

Cold hearted and nervous

Constant lies to her soul

Avoiding the sunday morning service….