to god i commend my soul

Karliene

Was I not good?
Was I not true?
Did I not give you all I could?

I bore you sons
born in blood
you can t blame me what pleases God!

You call me witch
you speak of sin
but it is you who is foul within

And all that love
has turned to rust
apon the blade that cuts through us

And when my petals fade their red
will you pluck my weeping head?
Or will you love me till the end?
your only Winter rose?

Oh Lord have mercy on me
to God I commend my soul