Torn from the sweet motherland, Her last goodbyes only struggled foot steps. Given to Hate's overpowering hand, Could only remember what she once kept. The freedom once valued was no where near, Water wakes what she don't already know. Sounds of crackin' and snappin' rattles fear. While money's treasure could breathe and grow. Chained with dismay and tears, she bears the heart, A heavy heart filled with heavy desires, To one day hold us all on top apart From a bitter Hell's high, hot, deadly fires. She came and been through what was a long quest, So she could hold us all above the rest.