He asked me for my help
And I of course said yes
When done he mocked me
For his needing me
I failed to impress
What I do is done for love
So that I can be cruelly mocked
Not released
I stand still unredeemed
No, sir
I am his servant
I do what needs be
But in the end
I am unfree
Yet, too, I am unclean
I am a wound
A scab covered abscess
I serve him
So that he will be fulfilled
And he will find Sleep
And dream again
In all that I am
I will serve him
Again
For to be is truly greater
My friend
Than not to be
