I remember when you were my wife

And you were only truly mine.

You were my own sharp knife

To cut away any trespassing vine.

The world was in my hand.

There was nothing I couldn't do.

No sight of desert's deadly sand,

When I was standing next to you.

Then my life turned to darker shades,

When you denied me and betrayed me.

You were the knife that honed two blades,

And the knife which in the heart did stab me.

Now, heartless, due to you I'd cry,

If from your backstab I didn't die