Lyria the Lyre

I say to You, “I will do whatever Thou hast me do.” You reply, “Daughter, love, I ask you die.” And when I beg the reason why My heart bleeding Lord, You cry, “Eternity is yours!” To my tired sigh. “Fine,” I swear. “Let them tear out my hair and throw stones. You and I know nothing breaks these old bones.” Ever since that day, The pact that was made- The sky hast been stormy Uncertain and grey. But Our love is infinite So I’ll be okay.