What if all along she was the guilty one,
Making him out to be the filthy one.
Unable to look at herself in the mirror,
Yet quick to point her finger.
Judging the intentions of his heart,
Yet hers were ill from the start.
So she crafted her escape,
From a choice she made in haste.
Still not considering all consequences,
Only wanting for herself better circumstances.
Now she’s looking back,
Uncovering her own tracks.
With her now matured eyes,
She’s finally realized,
He’s her blessing in disguise.