A Fool’s Favorite Song

I remember when I first heard your tunes,
A melody I thought was love in bloom.
It was a normal day, a hymn drawing me near,
Your melodies filled all my untainted years.
Your words, your words, were a fool’s favorite song,
I never knew how your rhythms made me spin along.
Dreaming each day, swaying to your lies,
Picture painted, pages scribed with broken ties.
Your voice now drifts, it means nothing to me,
Verses left cursed, lost in memory.
Only imbeciles will hum your tune,
And at last, your fibs will fade too soon.
Yet still, somewhere, your echoes prolong,
Becoming forever a fool’s favorite song.