They stood before God for their vows, their hands embraced
Said she to him, " I promise to love thee untill I have other things to do."
To she, " I promise to obay as long as it suits me."
To he, " I love you now but I will abandon you, a ghost of who I was. Tragedy will chip away at my heart untill it is flint with in my breasts. "
To she," I will not care, after you abandon me I will become stone."
Her heart didn't become flint, and stone was not he.
A dart to the heart, a blow to the head. Love dead
What can you do when love is dead
Sift through the embers
Even though your heart is ashes; gray in your chest
Find one tear drop and offer it up to God
And pray for redemption
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