Desperation fills the air,
Guests hearts fill with despair.
What should be a happy time,
Feels more like a crime.
Wedding bells start to ring,
The church choir begins to sing.
One last call to to make a plea,
Mom, please! It is ok to be free!
As the bride walks down the isle,
Her family wishes it were a mile.
To see her happy would be just great,
but they know his heart is full of hate.
To marry him once again,
Should simply be a sin.
Soon it will be her heart that fills with such pain,
that the tears will fall just like rain.