Boptism

When will the water wash me
When I'm hurt
In the dirt
Without a worth

When will the fire cleanse me
When I'm cold
My soul is sold
I'll come forth as gold

My being is bothered
By the seeing I have sown
So senseless is the slaughter
Of the people I have known

When will I be delivered
When I'm alone
Still as stone
Stripped to the bone

Where will it all end
At the crossroad
Bent and bowed
Dropped from the load