The Man of My Dreams

The man of my dreams isn't loving.

The man of my dreams isn't kind.

He haunts me with memories of sorrow;

shame and suffering fill up my mind.

The man of my dream's not a hero,

not valiant, not just, and not wise.

The man of my dreams stole my childhood,

leaving my nothing but lies.

The man of my dreams is a hangman

bringing death to the prospect of peace.

Will his hands, full of need, never leave me?

Will this body, betrayed, find release?

But Hope kindles light from the shadows

and the flicker of freedom now gleams.

One day, I will know complete healing

and banish the man of my dreams.