It surely is the hardest thing
To remove memories from your mind
Memories that crawl under your skin
Through the walls that you thought
You can be happy in.
When witches curse that sacred place
A disgrace for innocents to face
There’s no rest for those who nest
In a house where known adulteries creep.
Beds become a tangled mess
There appears fingers on the walls
Secret curses run to and fro
From the mouths of those who
Had no business there.
Broken patterns to the true couple
Is all that is left
Tender words once spoken
Must find their place again.
Trust must now be worked in
And hearts must now heal
Or there may be left nothing
But two hearts that bleed.