Written In Blood
My neighbor Jenny ran for my door
wiping bloody tears from her chin
Just like a hundred times before
Bobby was beating her again
I stared at Jenny's overnight bag
knowing she would never unpack
I gave her a rose and a wash rag
Then watched her go running back
Chorus
I tried to make her understand
Real love isn't written with blood
t's stenciled with a gentle hand
like soft petals of a rose bud
Real love isn't written with blood
I heard the fire from Bobby's gun
as Jenny neared the garden gate
She'd never see the morning sun
My gift of wisdom came too late
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
She clutched petals of a rose bud
and whispered with her last breath
Our vows weren't written with blood
You can't love somebody to death
Repeat chorus
Copyright © Amelia Wilkinsin | Year Posted 2006
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