Within the confines of my dark and sheltered life. To what stroke of luck, hand of fate. Have I become so lucky to have you for my wife. Yet the hour is late.
Holy one have I lived the rightous life? Or have I fooled all men, yet to face God.Will the cold wind blow? I've cryed. Hiding in my sin.Another place. Odd how getting old, the less you truly know.
Must I run for cover?Shall they stone me? Caught red handed in my sin.Strange rules blood from lovers. Alone now free. Alls forgotten. somehow I forgot me.As darkness covers my soul. Blood to stain All these old eyes see.
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