Let's meet at the crossroads between suffering and awe..
Is it as it must be?  Past to die that life may draw..

Its breath from love to begin now anew?
Do I have even the right "to be" without you?

And what do I think of this here Scarlet Letter?
Should I not be shamed into conducting myself better?

I've lost the "high ground" and tumble so close..
An "undone" life of my doing, some would propose..

So where is remorse?  Where is regret?
Is it foolish pride or what my soul can't forget..

Put here for a purpose though it may displease some..
My soul, she is stubborn and won't budge til she's done.