Where are the scars on your heart,
the bruise on your soul.
Where are the welt marks on your back,
the weeping ulcers on your heels.
A prove of
how far you would walk
how much you would endure
how much you would weep
if you lost my love
I would walk the deep to prove it to you
But I wonder, would your heart let you recognize it?
Would the image in your mind
embrace the image before you?
Perhaps your soul craves a martyrs love
before the love of a mere mortal.