Arlina's Prayer

Blessed be the woman who bindeth up her woundsPatient is she who keeps faith that love will come by soonBut I can't wait on human grace, when beaten down to dustLike a thief in the night, I'm running for my life, 'cause I just get double-crossedLet me not be ashamed to cry out from my painLet not my soul be oppressed, my tears be not in vainNo woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native landNo man should put asunder Almighty's commandsThings you take for granted, I have never hadSitting alone in this cold room is more than love gone badNo woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native landNo man should put asunder Almighty's commandsMy enemies afflict my soul and bear falsehoods against my nameThe wicked ones who put me here shall perish all the sameNo woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native landNo man should put asunder Almighty's commandsNo woman ought to wonder, in her home and Native landNo man should put asunder Almighty's commands