What Must Be Done

Feb 28, 2008 - 16:36 PM PST

My Dearest,
My Dearest,
My Dearest,

My Dearest, Long have I done what could be done.
While it was not just, it was simple.
I benefited off the sorrows of others,
Yet you loved me.

My Dearest, You always spoke of what must be done.
Saving me, half dead in an alley, could not be it.
I was a wretched man, not worthy of salvation,
Yet you loved me.

My Dearest, What must be done is to save those that can be.
My life and sins were beyond saving.
I was hero to some but devil to most.
Yet you loved me.

My Dearest, Take comfort, for I did what must be done.
Passing the very alley, I saved a girl.
Then I was beaten by her drunken pursuers.
I died there as I should have long ago.
But I did not leave alone,
You were there with me, because I loved you.