With open eyes and endless thoughts
I reflect upon the stinging pain in my back
Asking myself why mind was wrought
Of such whippings for which I did not ask
Each time I feel the stabbing pain
I would think of the mother I did not know
Or the Loving kindness of my protective sister
Who in my dreams covered me from each blow
I asked myself back in my younger days
Why was I taken away with such haste
Then I recalled what strangers would say
That I was laying in my own waste
So Dear Lord the Sands of Time have past
The Faith I have in yoou has let my body heal
Looking back these many years passed
The answers of my crying heart has been revealed