Not Guilty

We meet in a cold, dark prison cell,
there you lie on the hard concrete,
this icy floor that holds us up.
Dried blood and tears shed,
trust me, trust me.
Terrible things I’ve had to do,
what I’ve had to give up,
without you.
You hold a secret,
you can’t tell me,
I know it’s the truth.
Don’t feel guilty,
don’t feel broken,
you are still whole,
now that I am here,
I have found you.