I was robbed last night
But caught the burglars
Just as they were leaving
And good thing, too –
They nearly overlooked the valuables
Hidden under my floorboard
So I packed their bags to overflowing
And sent them on their way.
They thundered up on horses
And began to storm my castle walls
I saw them coming
And hurried to lower my drawbridge
And invited them in to supper and bed
With my finest linens and wines.
He told lies behind my back
And drug my name through the mud
Yet no anger ignited in my heart
And I smiled, knowing full well
Pearls cannot be damaged by mud.
My treasure chest is bottomless
The thief is only someone who thinks themselves in need
The violent are only those who feel threatened
And the liar is only someone who fears
To kill your enemies, see them as friends
And give what they need
Now I find my treasure chest never empties
No matter how much I hand out.
I am never in want.