“Nice”, “Kind” and “Pleasant”
Were once deep compliments
But naked in the light of day
She’s taken great offense
For somewhere down that darkened path
What Virtue aught proclaim,
A mark of woman’s glory crown,
Instead clothed her in shame
She learned to play the fool
And how to look away
When Evil showed its colors
On the backdrop of the day
But deep beneath the surface
Of that naive countenance
A clever Watchman tallied
Every hint of false pretense
He saw beyond the flattery
And counterfeited smiles
And left no room to wonder
If they carried hidden wiles
But when the warning shots were fired
She rarely paid attention
And fell into a trance
That stripped away all apprehension
No matter what they took from her
It didn’t change the truth
Her Watchman saw it coming
And was quick to give her proof
But she mocked him into exile
And thought it for the best
And since that fateful day
She’s never known a night of rest
Now, after all these years
She hits the streets where he was shunned
Calling to a Watchman
Whose forgotten where he’s from
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