The Ballad of Patience, written by Reesha Dyer

My Strictures aren't the first ones broken,
Those slaves were not the first to die,
Not the first to know, of all the good I failed to do,

Guess I was just a fool believing,
Those Urka fellows were so nice,
Guess I just didn't see, they were selling humans for a good price,
Hopelessly devoted to John,

But now, there's nowhere to hide,
Since he spirit wracked my backside,
I'm out of my head,
Hopelessly devoted to John,
Hopelessly devoted to John,

My heart was saying, aid the worthy,
My head was saying, let it go,
Held on to the end, then saw exactly where I'd gone wrong,
And I'm hopelessly devoted to John,

But now, there's nowhere to hide,
Since he spirit wracked my backside,
I'm out of my head,
Hopelessly devoted to John,
Hopelessly devoted to John.