I pray that the day come soon
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When you rid me of my form.
No longer can I bare the prison
And the nightmare of my guardian.
I long for nights when the tears
Down my cheeks are replaced
By the warmth of gentle fingers.
For now I can only envision in mind
The dream that I long.
When it be time, then come the night
When I am able to have a peaceful sleep,
The night when he too
Is put into that black slumber.