As the whip once again hits the spine She still can’t feel his wisdom Holy verses drip from her eyes! Accused of ancient lies, her faith in his hand She can not satisfy the thirst of the sand Purified, each hit like a psalm She is guilty before them, her pain is her palm As the wise and mighty gather around Encircling her like vultures Breath in the freedom pouring from her mouth And spit it out as black liquid Bow down to the wrath of the truth Bow down to your prophet Bow down Her body sacred, so they beat her to death She dared to love a heretic! As she watched them cut off his head She knew: Love was her God and God now was dead The earth and desert, they’re fading away Familiar faces smile down from a distance A hinted smile in the face of decay Ready to farewell her stricken existence They might have broken every bone in her body They ripped the flesh from the bone But here she rises, pouring light on their shame They will fall to dust, but we’ll remember her name! Some day our children will gather Around the place where she spilled hope Sometimes we show ourselves worthy To walk the path that she had gone Somebody will stop and listen To the wisdom she has left Left behind