Walk the hallway, calmly, slowly
Look down, little girl, or you should fear.
Grip the roses. (Thorns will bite you.)
Watch your step. (The time is near.)
Petals scattered, feelings tattered;
Expectations fain emerge.
Tickling sorrows in your stomach,
Butterflies are on the verge.
Cold pearls resting, veil your qualms.
Soft silk trailing, hum your tune.
Oh, it shall never match this song,
But destiny has come too soon.
You're getting closer, lift your head –
But could you venture to meet his gaze?
Blood shows through like roses, red,
Because this walk has been arranged.
Take the hand that's stretched before you;
Climb the steps, dear, one by one …
One. Two. Three is plenty.
You can't turn back once it is done.
Oaths like tremors, words like daggers
Pulsing, stabbing through your heart.
A lonely tear runs slow and helpless,
Sane emotions ripped apart.
Promise, loyal. Lie and mean it.
Sign here on the dotted line.
Do not read the fine, fine print,
Or you will surely hope to die.
Stop you're thinking; no escaping
C'est la vie; repeat these words:
With singsong voice, and conscience grating,
“'Til death do us part” was faintly heard.
Exchange expressions with your Judas,
Trembling, quick! Avert your eyes.
A voice that shatters on your eardrums
Whispers loudly, “Kiss the bride.”