Martyr and Sacrifice
Hold my hand as we're guided through the crowds. Today will be the day we part.
I'll be the martyr, if it means watching growing lives from far above.
You'll be the sacrifice for their growing smiles. As we promised.
Today we'll separate, but our lives will have been for naught. We did as we must and in great stride. I'd tell you I was sorry if I wasn't smiling and crying tears of happiness.
I wish not to see you cringe in fear as they take me under the weeping tree. You will live, but sacrifice your life.
As they tie the noose to my neck I yell to the heavens a ever fleeting good-bye and a whisper I love you.
Now it's time to let go of my hand, my love. This is out last day together, for at dusk we part.
I'll be the martyr to all we held dear and what we believe in. I'll be watching the growing lives from above, even if I am forgotten.
You will be the Sacrifice for their grieving tears and emotional smiles.
As I gasp at the setting sun, and breathe my last, I shut my eyes and smile.
Oh, good-bye my love the sacrifice wept. I shall not forget this.