Martyr for Love

They told her she was a sin

Born from the ashes of her diabolical kin

Though, when she bleeds, she’s just like them

She cries, breaks, but she does not condemn

Although she’s no different, they cast their stones

They set fire to everything she is, and all she owns

She can’t run away because it happens in her own home

The flames spread, burning her straight down to the bone

As they mock her for what she loves, she is the object of scorn

She can’t help who she loves, that’s just how she was born

Her thoughts plague her mind, while their words cut deep

They haunt her in the waking world, and even in her sleep

So a sin she’ll be, wondering alone endlessly

She’ll just turn the other cheek relentlessly

She knows who she is, that’s enough to be free

What’s been done comes back times three