Such an awful, tragic night

Though I've only done what's right

Even with my conscience clear

I can't help this flood of tears



I've got my eye on the finish line



Though I've been striving for their good

I will be misunderstood

Even my own darling dear

Misconstrued what was so clear



Given the time I think she would have understood

That it was for the greater good

Soon I will meet her at our mansion in the sky

Leaving this wicked world behind



It's strange that it should end this way

But martyrs never have a say