A wedding white and pure; she gave her soul
To him for better and for worse- always
And that next week she found his eyes were cold
For at his fists, her blinders fell away

Decades rolled by, each steeped in bitter tears
She wept and wondered how she'd been so blind
And finally she stifled those dark years
She planned, she packed, she left that man behind.

But hope raged on, so brilliant and so sweet
And as she left, that hope be-winged her feet.