Gretna Greene - Fight

A purple bruise,

A fractured limb,

All covered up with lies.

A swollen face,

A bloody tongue,

This violence denied.

Empty now and meaningless,

ridiculed in shame.

Until death do us apart,

Who should take the blame?

To live a lie,

Forgive or die.

A stricken look,

A lowered head,

Reflections, turning back.

A trembling hand,

A quickened step,

The dreaded, next attack.

Turning from the holy ghost,

Light and spirit fade.

Waiting for deliverance,

Every thing betrayed.

To live a lie,

Forgive or die.

A vacant stare,

A beat-up faith,

The book of truth reviled.

A prayer to God,

A plea for help,

Held ramsom with the child.

Wide awake and holding tears,

Fear that never sleeps,

Curled up in the bed at night,

The virigin gently weeps.

To live a lie,

Forgive or die.