She is taken away toward the middle of time
To a marketplace of sandals, sackcloth and moderate crime
She wanders past blurred stands and street stalls
Heading for whatever she was brought here for
In the middle of time in a river of crowds
She found the woman who waited around
For the healer to bandage her stumps that are now
Her hands had been severed, I was being shown how
As her blood flowed freely, the blood of the lambs
And the healer was trying to bandage the stumps with no hands
Of the woman in white, soul pure as light
My compassion arose strong and full of might
What happened to you ?, how will you care, for your children,your husband your burdens to bare ?
The womans who's hair flowed silky like snow
Looked at me shocked, how could I not know ?
She said why are you worried ? you are the same,
I looked at my hands, they were not lame,
No blood, no stumps, but yes, I was the same
And the healer was trying to bandage the stumps with no hands,
Our blood flowing freely, the blood of the lambs
From time way back then to the time where we stand,
We have no control, even though we have hands.
