4She acts as though there’s nothing but love
Her hopes, dreams, wishes are carried on this motion
She boldly believes in the sight of the dove
Slowly facing the truth of mans notion
No one told her of evil in this bed
The hurt that comes in the face of the night
Wine and blood now follow the same trail of red
Now her turn to rise above man and make right
No more lies shall come from his mouth tonight
Have one more sweet kiss before we say bye
This man will never believe she’ll fight with all her might
Cleansing the earth of this man, formed for death’s try
Fighting a man whose power in much bigger
As the last act of love, she pulled the trigger