• start yet as but an annoyance a grain of sand
    though you will thiink i'm gorgeous later when i'm sitting in your hand
    oh but that poor clam the one whosuffered to roll me, shine me , and create me
    those long and endless hours of pain and frustration such a high and lofty fee.
    But once done I shine so radiantly in the sun
    Such beatuy simply cannot be shunned
    Still what a bitter price man will pay
    When i am brought from the ocean floor to the light of day
    some men are murderously robbed
    and i am stolen away
    Some mens heads get lobbed
    yet covered in dried blood i see another day
    Still in piles of riches I will be
    So that when men steal away they can see me.
    And so their hearts I slowly steal from them
    more so than any of the riches, even the infamous gem
    those poor men however over me get slain
    stabbed right through their hearts, so that i, another man gain.
    then must i start anew this vicious game
    and another man's heart i must tame
    yet all the while wondering how i still glow
    all the dried blood surely must on me show?
    This game however must never end
    For without them i would have not a friend
    I cannot reframe to think, to say.
    "Yes this will be the one to keep me for every day."
    Yet we all know how this pearl's story goes.
    Those Men all lay dead and only the red pearl knows.