Wring me out like a tired old rag.
Corner me, suffocated and trapped,
unable to remove the chasm here.
Lost amid your silent screams, terrorized intercessions.
Leave me now, give me peace.
Float away, high on your mighty white steed
and never cross me again.
For you will not win in this game,
because there IS no game here - only family, only love
and all the fires you can light,
all the traps you can set -
can never burn this house,
can never block the way out.