Love in lowly places sit,
My heart 'twill bleed with pain,
Unforgiven what you did to it,
Ripped apart in wax and wane;
With haste made way,
You took what you thought was yours,
Then you left me away,
To reopen my gores.
From me you took what love I could give,
Just to show that you were of them;
Always having it to relive,
So then I would be the one to condemn;
I thought you were an apostle,
Until you became stricter;
But now in it my life you won't jostle,
For I now will come out the victor.