I need me a spirit, a human soul,
Somebody my body to keep,
to lay down beside me, and rock-a-by softly,
as I fail to drift off to sleep,

to sing me a lullaby, gentle, yet pure,
of promises kept in the night,
for my mind it doeth wander to terrible places,
where love turns to anger and spite.

Maria, if you’d be so bold,
as to tell me a story of old,
a fantasy fairytale of true love’s triumph,
over anguish of hearts grown cold.

If left to my daemons, my madness draws near'r,
‘till belatedly morning arrives,
a new day of promise, yet I barely notice,
perpetual sleep in my eyes…

Maria, if you could conceive,
a story for mine ears, to weave,
a fantasy fairytale of “love conquers all”,
Like the ones that I used to believe…

Dan Bryce