There stays my heart on tear stained shore,
As never then to love once more
Yet beating soft in throes of death
Then sighing its last broken breath

With mewing cries of silken purse
Adultry such an evil curse
With two of face and untold lies
That tarnish now this love that dies.

One feels to take up gun or knife,
With angry joy to end a life
But yet in mighty coils of Earth
Lifes freedom is of greater worth.

In God’s good hands, may strength prevail,
That passing time this hurt will pale.