I am in a tower, strongly guarded.
I am in a warm embrace, comforted and fed.
You bathe me, wipe muck from my eyes, put me to bed to rest.
In the morning, this morning, all will be fresh and new. Energy will course through my limbs.
Yesterday’s woes are in a heap on the floor.
I am alone now in my rooms, secret and unassailed.
Thank you, Lord, father, mother.