By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes

Brooding sadness came to a rise

Words would falter to atone

Failure had passed the stepping stone
She had sworn her vows to another
This is when no-one will bother


And conceded pain in crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the earth

Found where she sacrificed her ways
That hollow love in her face


Still I plotted to have her back
The contentment that would fill the crack
My soul released a fluttering sigh

This day fell, the darkness nigh

I took her by the hand to say

All faith forever has been washed away
I returned for you in great dismay
Come with me, far away to stay


Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme

But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine