The Carved Goddess

I brought all I have to your doorstep All the sacrifices to your temple I found no welcome, no sight of maids singing No parade, no orchestra, no heralds.... Hear me dear goddess I come from a distant land for your worship My life I bring to you My dreams, my hopes, in a cracked vessel That saw countless voyages and climes. Tell me Do I smell? Do I have running sores? Do I harbour an old curse? That your door stays locked before mine eyes? Caring not for a peep into my now aging offerings? Show me justice Judge me not before you know me. Oh, I shall own you when I own a sculptor Then recieve you must my humble sacrifices!