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| The Death of a Woman |
It was one of many he had given her
This one, meant something more
She was going to be his, in every way.
Soon, it would be their wedding day.
She found it hard to believe
That her family had given her, to him
There were no feelings, no love
No bells ringing up above
Her hatred grew day to day
It would dishonor her family if she would refuse
They would earn money from the arrangement
Much had been given in their engagement
Sadly, she would not love this man
Be forced to do things she didn't want
Bare his children all in pain
All her crying would be in vain
She laid the necklace in the satin box
The symbol of a powerful man -
that owns a woman that cries her self to sleep
It will be many nights in her life, she will weep
Wysteria
