I left the East and in the company of two couriers, went down into Egypt. The way was hard and dangerous, for I was young to tread it. —HYMN OF THE PEARL, IV
First they took my wallet, then they took my rings, then they killed my friends. What ruin did I bring? Oh Ma, what have I done? So they ripped my clothes, and they beat my bones. I can’t find my eyes, they laughed at my cries. Barefoot upon the sand, they sent me along my way. Bloody in heart and hand, told me my toll was paid. Oh Ma, what have I done? Left my home with golden visions, glory filled and glory bound. Did I make a wrong decision? Were my intentions so unsound? Grinding sand in my incisions, where can water here be found? Homeless, nameless, wandering pauper. Who the hell will help me now? Don’t take another step until you know what you stand on. Stand strong, stand strong. What I wanna know, is there mercy? What I wanna know, is there grace? What I wanna know is, is there mercy? What I wanna know, in this place? What I wanna know is, is there kindness? What I wanna know, is there love? They can break my body. They can do me wrong. They can bruise my face. But they can’t take my song.