The
first scene was the church, then the altar.
Where we famed each other with tears of joy we cried.
Our friends wished us luck
there forever.
As we walked from the church side by side.
The next scene was a crowded courtroom.
And like strangers
we sat side by side.
Then I heard the judge make his decision.
I hate the sight of that courtroom.
Where man-made laws push God's laws aside.
Then the clerk wrote our story in the record.
A church,
a courtroom, and then goodbye.
We walked from that courtroom together.
We shook
hands and once again we cried.
Then it was the end of our story.
A church, a courtroom,