The Infidel
Years ago, I met a man
I thought was strong and true,
Trusting what I thought I saw
In his eyes of blue;
Years ago, I married him,
And thought that all was well,
Two babies came and then he left,
And we were left in hell;
Years ago, in hell I burned
Unsure of where to turn,
Betrayed and hurt, tired to death,
Feeling ever so alone;
Years ago, far from him
Peace came to us at last,
Better off, with happiness,
Glad the past is past;
Years from now, we'll look back
And remember days of hell,
When once we were subjected to
The hideous Infidel.
© Alys
20 April 2005
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