It hurts to see her mouth battered and blue.
Have you punished her for denying your lie?
Is her independence too much for you?
Will you forgive me if I start to cry?
- Forget it.
I don’t need your forgiveness like she does.

She stumbles and your lips curl.
She clutches her red cheek, and you sneer,
while her blue tears turn the mark purple.
Funny. Purple is a royal tier,
But it is not you who wears the mark, is it?
Maybe you did once,
Do you think this forgives your monstrous actions?

She stares at you,
blue eyes welling with Terror.
Your throbbing veins swell blue
in Rage and Displeasure.
You say God is Love -
Is this what you call God’s Love?
I wonder if this something that God could forgive.

Her heart is beautiful and beloved,
but you turn it away.
I fear her blue eyes will fall dead
She insists that she is okay,
but I watch her light slip little by little.
This is something I won’t forgive.

May the Love you preach save your wretched soul.
She sees no value for herself.
Without your love to make her whole,
she seeks the sympathies of anyone else.
She wears her heart upon her sleeve.
She will never know what she is worth.
How she can forgive you, I’ll never know.