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?