If I was to burn in flames
and no heed paid to all my claims
If I was meant to hear only blames
and be called by strange names
Then why was I given hope to live
people whom I trust and believe
Why was there light on my path
if my sins couldn’t be washed by a bath?
If I was to be abused all my life
was it not better to have a knife?
If my love couldn’t claim affection
and my actions not gain perfection
then for what was I made a human
to be put at people’s discretion?
If they say you feign care
and anyone in life to you doesn’t matter
then should I cut open my heart
show my feelings without any art
Shall I prove my innocence to them
cut my heart in pieces for them?
Or shall I let them burn in fire
and not let myself be hung by a wire
Proof is needed to prove culprits
for innocence no proof is ever needed!