Do you yearn for me as I do for you, to give me a hand on my final day?
They are afraid, they call you names, but they don’t see,
Among them all, you are the most faithful a friend can ever be.
While I conclude my life story, leaving it for wagging mouths to criticise, agape;
You will be the one who will take me out on my final act of escape.
When my show is done and down goes my curtain,
I know people will change, but among the uncertain; you – I know, will be my sole certain.
You lure me, entice me; tempting me to take that plunge once and for all;
Nice move; but you can’t deprive me of my fairytale end – to be saved by you, my charming prince standing tall!
You will take off my armour, scrape off my paint, tear me away from all pretence;
You will see me for what I am – skin, bones and hair – you will breakthrough my every defence.
You will break me down to my essentials; undress me, unchain me – of course, I will hence forever be yours to keep;
You, I know, are that friend, who will for the last time, tuck me into sleep…
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