The walls are breached, the screams grow ever near,
Our city bleeds like wound that will not mend.
The air is thick with terror and with fear,
And all we loved is coming to an end

I cannot bear the horrors yet to come,
The brutal hands, the insults, and the shame.
My husband dear, before my spirit's numb,
Release me from this agonizing game

Your blade, my love, is kinder than their own.
Let dignity be all that they shall find.
No weeping pleas, no desperate, hollow moan,
Just silence left, and peace within my mind

So hold me close and let your sorrow cease,
Then set me free, and grant me quick release