She sat there in a corner, her lids dipped in tears
A wretched shawl covering her tender, bruised and tainted soul.
The worst of all is her iris, reflecting a broken, dampened fear
That reeks of solitary vulnerability, as madness takes its toll.
The vows, the seven rounds, the touch of crimson,
A garland of chaste white, the holy fire, the celebration.
Did she know it would come to this? Could she anticipate this day?
Had she foreseen these lonely nights, would've she not strayed this way?
An innocent heart, a lying smile,
A helpless girl, a dying child.
She shows the world she's made of stone
She shows them she's strong
She knows for his sins he will atone
While she rots here, dying alone.
He knows what he does to her, her feels her pleas and despair
He watches as he shatters what's left, while her feeble body breaks apart
His words he hurls, his curses he sprays, his hits they hit her hard.
An innocent heart, a lying smile,
A helpless girl, a dying child.
She shows the world she's made of stone
She shows them she's strong
She knows for his sins he will atone
While she rots here, dying alone.
