Does a man for his sins repent,
when Love his sin was named?
Or does he look for Hell,
with Honor's chest and brave?
But Shame and head hung low,
he's told is how he should proceed.
Crawling forth a supplicant bloodying his knees.
I've Sinned, they say,
For simply loving you.
"It cannot be, it isn't right"
No matter that it's true.
True also though is that you're not my kind,
So Damned I am from pulpit raised on high.
And cursed by each and every passer-by.
My Faith remains unshaken still,
in Jesus, God and You.
All out of reach now,
from this outcast pilgrims view.
Yet if I'm Damned for loving you so well,
Then Damned I'll be with head held high,
Going through the Gates of Hell!