A lie is sometimes true when someone listens
To hear the things that one needs to be said

A single word that could alter the meaning
Is added or subtracted in one’s head

“I love you” seems so true when it is spoken
Yet in the air it sometimes changes shape

Upon its changing shape its truth is broken
Once broken, truth makes loving feel like rape

A lie is sometimes the moment given
But circumstance and time may change a fact

And once a fact is changed the change is written
And what was once your life is now an act

Can dead be really dead if one has risen
Can rising make the death become a lie

Is something never taken never given?
And is the truth erased by a ‘good-bye’?

A lie is sometimes true when someone listens,
To hear the words that will erase the pain