By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise Words would falter to atone Failure had passed the stepping stone She had sworn her vows to another This is when no-one will bother And conceded pain in crumbling mirth A harlot of God upon the earth Found where she sacrificed her ways That hollow love in her face Still I plotted to have her back The contentment that would fill the crack My soul released a fluttering sigh This day fell, the darkness nigh I took her by the hand to say All faith forever has been washed away I returned for you in great dismay Come with me, far away to stay Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme But baffled herself with the final line My promise is made but my heart is thine