“Do you take this man…”

Their cage is open
The doves are flying
Our cage is closed
My heart is bleeding

“As your lawfully wedded husband…”

The shackles are closing
The rings are forever
Our shackles are locked
My tears run dry

“In sickness and in health…”

Their whips crack harshly
The crowd smiles proudly
Our whips drip red
My bruises are showing

“For better or for worse…”

The room is cold
His smile is bitter
The walls close in
My mind is screaming

“For richer or for poorer…”

The eyes are watching
Their glares are cruel
His eyes are sad
My eyes are closing

“As long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”