A deep sore dragged through ages The sores are my own, I know Wounds collected through a lifetime And wisdom I pick up along the way
I received the spit from a snake And the snare cut real deep I was caught in her womb Something spreading in my veins
Those walls I faced alone. I crept on bounded knees The own will just vanished. I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart. No river leads back to mine. I bow down in soil and whisper I gather strength to spread the disease
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