Be then my first light,
albeit filtered
through drapes
that used to banish
the sun
and trap the night;
hand-me-down
curtains that set
my stage
against the world.
Be then my option,
my safe-card,
get out of jail
and re-start,
afresh, anew,
be my white light
and saintly
refuge, where pine
honours and revives
memories of days-gone-by,
when I had a living dad
and a dead mother.
Be thee my solace
amongst men,
be thee my answer
to latin prayers;
be thee my Mary,
giving birth to my hope
and guarding my trust,
be my promise of life
and hope,
for all eternity.
albeit filtered
through drapes
that used to banish
the sun
and trap the night;
hand-me-down
curtains that set
my stage
against the world.
Be then my option,
my safe-card,
get out of jail
and re-start,
afresh, anew,
be my white light
and saintly
refuge, where pine
honours and revives
memories of days-gone-by,
when I had a living dad
and a dead mother.
Be thee my solace
amongst men,
be thee my answer
to latin prayers;
be thee my Mary,
giving birth to my hope
and guarding my trust,
be my promise of life
and hope,
for all eternity.