You asked me for my head,
so I lay it on your lap,
and waited for your swift sword
to take what was yours back
You asked me for my children
so I bore them from my womb
I raised them until the killers came
and then gave them back to you
You asked me for my heart
so I went forth to my place of rest
and with a smile on my face
I let them tear it from my chest
They ask why I don't cry
when you take everything away
And I become confused
I don't know what to say
When did I have anything?
I'm a beggar at your door
You don't have to ask, Lord
these things were always yours.
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥