A woman from the purtian times
Married to a man who was cruel, he was sent to war on the sea line
Her husband was gone for many years
She fell in love with the pastor of her new town still she had many fears
Fears of her husband not sure he was dead or people finding out of her forbidden love, would their love previal or burn
News of death one night of passion with true love a beautiful little girl
Inprisoned her for sin for not whispering who the father was she would not reveal it to the world
In her state of prison the preacher wanted to confess
She begged him no the preacher in his own prison would not breathe of the mess
Out of prison with her daughter, forced to wear the letter "A" on her chest
Even though her husband not found an adultery was the sin she said
She bared the sin on her breast
Shunned by everyone whispering and the gossip talk
Mocked about wherever she walked
One day her husband returns put of the blue
Wants to know the man who bedded his wife the awful things he wanted to do
The husband went away to the same in the preacher never found out, the wife lived alone a few more years
The preacher tired of bearing the secret confessed the little girl of three or four was his and hers
They moved away to live their lives together happy without anymore fear
The husband run a muck when the indians invaded and he died there alone
The preacher and the purtian woman lived many years before the preacher passed he gave all his love to his wife and little girl
I suppose you could peace surrounded their small little world
Written by Jenna@2010
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