You held what you believed in,

And for that you paid the price.

You were their scapegoat, their martyr,

You were their sacrifice.

You didn't let them break you,

And for that, you died,

Did you know you'd be their martyr?

Could you feel it deep inside?

You were so beloved,

At the very start,

But you soon became their martyr,

When they broke your heart.

You became an ideal

For what we ought to be.

But for that you had to die,

And be their martyr eternally.

You had a loving spirit,

But their love had a price.

For that you were their martyr,

Their everlasting sacrifice.

Could you see it coming?

Or were your thoughts of 'never'?

You stood your ground in life,

And so you'll be their martyr forever. 

Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007