I will close the shutters on this night,
Close my eyes, rest my sight,
holding all that is precious close, in my grasp,
no that is not right,
holding all that is precious, close to my heart,
no that can be done,
holding all that is precious,
lightly, loosely, but being near by all this
night, ready, waiting for any wrong,
fighting in my own sheets, a fight in the dark room,
hoping that all will be right by mornings light,
and quickly forgotten and
the day will be bathed in hope.

How naive of me to forget that one out
there does not care and would rather
make me drink bottled despair,
right from the source.
When he does not own the rights.
           he does not own the rights.
           he does not own the nights.
           he does not.


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