At night in a nice warm bed, on a pillow I place my head.
All my rugs are glowing red, into a dream I am led.
With my family I am fed, before they send me off to wed.
I gave my love but it was never enough, slowly my life became tough.

As I lay here in my soaking bed, my pillow dripping with dread.
Drops of stress line my head, my cheeks are blazing red.
On the wrong path I was led, only poison I was fed.
Why'd I let them send me to wed, now I feel as if I'm dead.
The only air came in a puff, the road ahead was rough.

As I shiver in my bed, I try to cover my aching head.
As I rot with dread, and my wounds drip with red.
Down this narrow path I'm led, holy bread I am fed.
With God I wed, I shall not end up dead.
The road is tough, it will be rough.
With a puff, I know God is enough.