A girl divided I'm in love with a girl divided A girl divided So in love with a girl She's a beautiful child Just a lamb in the wild And I offered her gold It only turned her cold I can give her the world But she doesn't seem to be there With her beautiful magical mystical eyes She doesn't seem to care She's devoted to a sorcerer With only a name I present her to the governor And make him explain If you don't belong to me And your God is so clever You'll be shared by everyone and your fate is forever A girl divided I'm in love with a girl divided A girl divided So in love with a girl And the fetters fell from her porcelain hands And her hair grew too long And did away with their plans And the boys of society With their brazen impiety One by one lose their eyes In a beautiful light She was sentenced to be dragged Naked through the streets And the pagan children cried For the beauty at her feet And they tied her down to burn But the fire refused So they gathered up her artifacts And broke her in two A girl divided I'm in love with a girl divided A girl divided So in love with a girl And they all came to see How her faith and sanctity Met the bounds of our decree And they all stake the claim To the pieces of her name And the places she'll remain A girl divided She loves me not St Agnes, or Agnes of Rome (291 – c.  304) was a beautiful, but very young girl, approximately 12 years old, from a wealthy family. She had many suitors, including the governor’s son. He, and others, proposed to her but she rejected their advances because of her resolute devotion to religious purity. Christians were being persecuted during the reign of Diocletian, so the governor’s son turned her in. She was sentenced to live a brothel. But anyone who attempted to defile her was blinded by a beautiful light. The governor’s son was struck dead, but revived after she prayed for him. Since the brothel thing didn’t work out, the Romans sentenced her to be dragged through the streets naked. The shackles slipped off her hands because she was so young and slight. Her hair instantly grew long to cover her. The pagan people cried as she was taken through the streets, because they could not bear to see her incredible beauty treated this way. They attempted to burn her at the stake, but the fire rose up around her and did not harm her. Since that didn’t work out either, she was beheaded. She is buried in two places, so I thought of her as “A Girl Divided.” This song is written from the governor’s son’s perspective, saying he is in love with her but she rejected him.