What will you do
When you’re on trial
For a crime you didn’t commit-
Do you put on a smile
And lie, or stand up tall and admit
That yes, you were there,
But you never saw that man
For you were wearing nothing but shame where
You met your lover in the garage and betrayed your biggest fan-
The one who’s been there all your life
Always caring for you, (but why?)
The meek one, she’s your wife.
You’ll swear by and by
You didn’t know your lover was married (honest)
So when her husband knocked on your door
And your wife listened to him threaten you in the calmest
Manner and invited him in; and with his back turned she knocked him down to the floor
Before realizing what she had done, before the panic
That she couldn’t lift him alone
She began to pace, frantic
(Her innocence was blown)
When she discovered a creak in the wood,
Lifted up the board and pushed him under the patio
And cleaned up the blood
Before you would know.
But when he “went missing” she cried in your arms
About the man that came over with a knife
And wouldn’t back down. Alarms
Sounded in your head- he would have taken your life
And you realized your faithful wife never knew
That you hadn’t been loyal- and now it’s too late.
After all you two have been through
Put in the hands of karmic fate.
Your body raises to walk to the stand
But do you confess? Say that you strayed
From your ever faithful partner to fruit that was banned?
You think to yourself that you really should have stayed
With her, as she looks at you with starry eyes.
Do you fill this woman with even more pain
Or cover up her only lies?
And now that you know what she did, could she do it again?
So what’s the worst outcome-
Living a lifetime in jail for a crime you didn’t perform
Or admitting she did it, and you’re responsible for the monster she’s become?
You near the stand preparing for the storm.
But the question remains- what would you do
With all eyes on you?