Post by lanaia74 on Aug 19, 2007 4:22:33 GMT -5
We should consider ourselves lucky my daughter, as we are able to roam free in Pharaoh's place
Me, your father, a scribe, and you my daughter a priestess of Isis, but we live in Pharaoh's house
But daughter, at times you seem so sad, when your very soul should be filled with bliss
In the city, my child, our lives would be no more important than that of a mouse.
So, please tell me, you are the fruit of my loins, child, please tell me what troubles you so
I know our life is one of obedience and servitude, but it could be a lot worse, don't you think?
If not for Pharaoh's generosity, don't you realize where we would be forced to go?
If not for Pharaoh, we would be like a boat on the Nile, one that sinks.
I don't know what more would make you happy, please child tell me what is wrong!
How can I help you, if I don't know the solution, to the problem that so plagues you?
You are my blood, my daughter, a priestess of Isis, you should sing a happy song
I want to see a smile upon your face, how can I stop you from being so sad and blue?
Soon nigh draws near, everyone within the palace, will soon retire to sleep
But I notice, from our chambers, you try silently to slip away
So softly and silently, you try your to creep
Curious, I follow you, I have to know what is going on, I must know this without delay.
Following you, when you reach your destination, I don't want to believe, what my eyes see
You walk through the doorway of the chambers of Pharaoh, himself
I wait in the shadows, until I see you leave, sobbing, crying, as you try and secretly flee
I am angered beyond belief, Pharaoh thinks he is above everything, with his title and all his wealth.
I just know my child hurts and she cries, hurt by the one thing I thought I could trust
I will not stand for this, no matter the cost I will be forced to pay
Once again, I wait in the shadows, dagger in hand, in which into Pharaoh, I will thrust
I don't care if I have blood on my hands, as long as you my child are happy forever and a day.
Me, your father, a scribe, and you my daughter a priestess of Isis, but we live in Pharaoh's house
But daughter, at times you seem so sad, when your very soul should be filled with bliss
In the city, my child, our lives would be no more important than that of a mouse.
So, please tell me, you are the fruit of my loins, child, please tell me what troubles you so
I know our life is one of obedience and servitude, but it could be a lot worse, don't you think?
If not for Pharaoh's generosity, don't you realize where we would be forced to go?
If not for Pharaoh, we would be like a boat on the Nile, one that sinks.
I don't know what more would make you happy, please child tell me what is wrong!
How can I help you, if I don't know the solution, to the problem that so plagues you?
You are my blood, my daughter, a priestess of Isis, you should sing a happy song
I want to see a smile upon your face, how can I stop you from being so sad and blue?
Soon nigh draws near, everyone within the palace, will soon retire to sleep
But I notice, from our chambers, you try silently to slip away
So softly and silently, you try your to creep
Curious, I follow you, I have to know what is going on, I must know this without delay.
Following you, when you reach your destination, I don't want to believe, what my eyes see
You walk through the doorway of the chambers of Pharaoh, himself
I wait in the shadows, until I see you leave, sobbing, crying, as you try and secretly flee
I am angered beyond belief, Pharaoh thinks he is above everything, with his title and all his wealth.
I just know my child hurts and she cries, hurt by the one thing I thought I could trust
I will not stand for this, no matter the cost I will be forced to pay
Once again, I wait in the shadows, dagger in hand, in which into Pharaoh, I will thrust
I don't care if I have blood on my hands, as long as you my child are happy forever and a day.
