Swept Under

She stabbed me in the back She gave me a smack, Then from me she robbed and stole Redemption, and love wasn't her goal. She broke many promises as well My belongings she gave away or did sale, But, all of her belongings I did return For them she did earnestly yearn. About me she told many lies Which brought about many whispers and sighs, But, people did some prying And of course they knew that she was lying. I was told by friends to spit in her eye And to do my best to make her cry, And then to do want she did unto me They say it would make me cheerful and happy. She cheated and of course she had lied From all truths she always did hide, She always blamed her problems always on another Even her ex's and her own sister and brother. I did no wrong unto her Of course, that fact God can concur, So, I still keep her in my prayers Where I keep all of my worries and cares. I was told to ruin her reputation and name Because of her hurt and lies that action I could blame, But, God told me to sweep the hate she created under a rug Now, I just want to give her a hug. Randy L. McClave