i
Tell me what you wish for
Bring them all to me
I will keep them in my hands
Away from the
Wicked eyes of his world.
Ii
I have prepared my own world
Like a bed of my own
In my room
Come live and sleep with me
So we can be alone again
Iii
There are some other words
Still there
I am looking for the word
To say
The one which can tell all
My grief
There is none to describe it
And so it has remained
Unspoken
And so it goes on and on and on
Iv
This is my world
And I live here alone
Thick with walls
Walled with walls
Now I am at last
Untouched
By your unwashed hands
Now at last
I cannot see
I cannot hear
You and your impurities.
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