I Didn't Die

They painted me scarlet with a preacher’s brush,
Said “fallen woman” — and the pews went hush.
Branded me with that scarlet A,
Scorched my name “adulteress.”

Broke my heart, blocked and banned,
Tied me to the stake of shame —
Let the righteous watch me burn.
They said I’d fallen, but truth’s untold —
You can’t damn a heart that was pure as gold.

Guilty of love without their permission,
Found my grace in a man named devil.
But tell me — if God hated it so,
Why did love grow wild in the ashes they had?

You built the fire — I didn’t die.
You built the fire — I didn’t die.
Truth don’t burn.
God saw it all.
You wanted ashes — I walked out alive.
You wanted ashes — I walked out alive.

Still throwin’ stones in the dead of night,
They call it justice — I call it spite.
Tryin’ to damn what they can’t control,
But love don’t die just ‘cause the town says no.

You rewrote stories, sharpened your knives,
Prayed on your knees while you fed me lies.
But lies need fear just to survive,
And I kept breath in a burning sky.

You closed the circle, called me damned.
You passed the sentence, sealed it tight.
Mercy stepped in and cut my hands.
You set the fire — I outlived the lie.
You set the fire — I outlived the lie.

Your noose couldn’t hold me — I didn’t die.
Your noose couldn’t hold me — I reclaimed my soul.
You built the fire — I didn’t die.
You built the fire — I didn’t die.
Truth don’t burn.
God saw it all.
Truth don’t burn.
No… truth don’t burn.