Come tell me there is something I might say,
a string of magic words, some fated rhyme,
whereby I might turn back the hands of time,
and usher in a former favored day.
Bring something that will hold my thoughts at bay,
to close the door upon my fevered past.
Some potion to eradicate at last,
the tortured scenes that all my memories fray.
It did not seem too high a price to pay.
A little folding of the hands to sleep,
not knowing my descent would be too deep,
that I’d awake no more to my dismay.
My Lord, although I’ve gone so far astray,
I trust in You to all my fears allay.