I came into this world empty,
Was summarily by darkness filled,
So I imbibed merrily,
Hoping that despair is killed.

The darkness soaked through,
Until my skin was coal,
Aflame a burning blue,
Evidence of aching soul.

Along came a lady,
A bucket and rag,
"Can you save me?"
Her face didn't sag.

Scrub here,
Scrub there.
"No fear,
No care,"
She says.
I say,
"God loves,
This way."

The soap soaked through,
My dire straits crooked,
I'm the tamed shrew,
No matter how you look it.

So clean inside and clean without,
Without the darkness in my snout,
I breathe easy, an air so sweet,
So glad of the lady's meet.

I still remember the bubbles,
When the darkness met its end.
If there were an ounce more of passion,
I wouldn't call her friend.