My heart is like a haunted chamber. Filled with phantoms of the past. Each chamber holds a woman crying. Each alone in moonlight cast.

Chamber one, holds a woman grieving, for the child she lost-unborn. Struck down by her husband's hatred, she sits alone, lost, forlorn.

Chamber two, holds a woman weeping on bent knees by candlelight. Praying for divine protection, from cancer of the womb this night.

Chamber three, holds a wife betrayed; guilty husband by her side. While the mistress stands by laughing. He prepares the mistress for his bride. 

Chamber four, holds a woman smiling, strong, serene and free from pain. Walking from the haunted chamber never to be hurt again.