Harken to the call of the heart
Scorned by the ones that do not see.
Frailty, thy name is woman.
Frailty, thy name is man.
Broken, thy name is child.
Lament on about the dependence of thy mother,
behind the dependence that is of thee.
Abandoned be thy name
as marriage rob thy queen.
Cast not the stone by which she wed
but by the pain that she has left
Quick to hide thy one true heart
open thy doors and tears would flood
ghost and illusions cloud their eyes
forceful pain and torrid lies
Cast her out to save her soul
save her soul from this putrid ghoul
Leaked thru gaps the door have shown
yet thy heart would not have known
when she left another thorn
left to keep thy soul forlorn
lament and mourn thy spirit is torn
pyre flames and I am born.
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