Gretna Greene
ROBERT HALFORD
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 ransom with the child.
Wide awake and holding tears,
Fear that never sleeps,
Curled up in the bed at night,
The virgin gently weeps.
To live a lie
Forgive or die