I'm not sorry.
Shaped you, made you, moved you.
From single breath to a love unending.

Fearfully and wonderfully.
You are mine.


I'm not sorry.
The best decision ever made.
Wisdom watches a master at work.

Chaos cycles through dry bone and cold world.
Let color arise and life begin.
By tension's pulse be born.


No, I'm not sorry.
So she doesn't fit your picture perfect.

But there is more heart and soul to her in a single frame, than
to any chained in fame.
And I find no blame when rain cascades down the iris hue.

Beauty is built and sustained, not gained.
Vast in difference and designed in resistance.
To you who criticize and curse my bride, be silenced.

I wanted her before she knew the words to speak.

I'm not sorry.


I'm not sorry.
About a mile to carry a tree.

Back breaking as I bleed.
Sand becoming crimson crystals.
Each step was another thought of you.

For everyone you know and those you never knew.
I bleed.
For a chance at us in eternity.

For us to be free.

And I'm not sorry.

As they hung my bones from the sky.
On a symbol that stands throughout history's faded lines.
I became all that needs no recognition.

Upon me was the spirit of every wicked man.
The men lost in hatred's fury.
From rapist to republican.

Dictator to democrat.
Abusive parent to her damaged children.
The !@^%s and the homesick.

Liars and lepers.
The cast out.
Beat out.

And beat down.
The doubter and the defiant.
The selfish and the cynical.

For all men I died an equal.
For each to have an equal chance to choose me.
To love and be loved by me.

I went through hell just to get to you.
And I'm not sorry.


I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry.

You are the best decision I ever made.