Little pearl at tender, Sought not for her brain or mind She followed fellows Today she sits with an open wound. Mary when her father said; Take your pot and fill the house With water She thought papa was punishing her Her believes were wild. Today she speaks of the pains Cause she loved the unloved. These men tear her leg and soul There she questions herself. I come today as your friend ; Let me keep gently my weapons. For Fear surrounds you. I beg you move from the river. It is bitter and sweet All you need is pure honey Not one mixed with vinegar.