Once, the men asked me,
Why so happy, you're in poverty
For I simply smiled and said
"You see, I know that there is nothing to dread."
If death is near,
So let me not fear;
The food on my plate is small
But, my heart, not at all!
They frowned and asked once again,
"But why so happy when so hungry?"
So I simply laughed and spoke,
"I may die of hunger, yes, but heaven is waiting for when my body turns to smoke."
I do not fear my fate
Nor at what rate
The men whispered of my sweet innocence
And how so full of ignorance
