This pearl is precious unto me
Though it be black as it can be
It is as perfect, smooth and round
As any white one to be found
There was I time I wished to be
As clear and full of purity
As crystal water from the well
Or a single, snowy pearl
But I took all my wishing back
The day I noticed that the black
Was not from dirt nor dust of coal
But from the depths inside my soul
There is a place where angels keep
A vigil quieter than sleep
Because not even dreams may go
Into the twilight of my soul
