I Won't Let Her Soul Drown
Is a life of hardship the most holy?
We try to better ourselves
We want power, love and glory
Is it true the caravan is carried by hope only?
How can the poor ever live in celebration?
Is it true that their life is without hope?
Yet they continue to live bearing their children
Is it that love is how they stand under their burden?
She has a man who loves her
He tries but cannot even help himself
He is unable to hold her head above the water
For the waves continue to push her back under
What baptizes her soul is an endless swirl
She does not ask but instead sells her possessions
But who would take advantage of this starving girl
When God knows who would cast swine before this pearl?