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