Consumed now by fire,
Our sweet desire,
To ashes it turns once we're through.
Things that's don't last,
Broken, like glass,
Into the trash 'it' you threw.
Mistakes once were made,
He and I while we laid,
On a bed weaved with lust and good will.
I choose to march on,
I know I am strong,
I keep my head high even still.
I kneeled to repent,
No more regret,
Not consumed by the choice we had made.
My life will continue,
I've got things left to do,
So for now my sheathed sword has no use.
