The sun sleeps early tonight.

The birds now depart from flight,

Creatures awake, choruses to

Sing, homes to make, humans too

Awake, to remove their masks,

Revealing themselves, their tasks,

Their fears, their secrets, theirs sins,

Their faces made of dark sins.

I know them well for my eyes

Have seen their faces, the lies

Hidden, the pleasures they keep,

The desires hidden deep.

I know them for he’s with them.

He hides behind sheets like them.

He speaks only in their tongue,

Sings only their song:

“Hear my cry, hear my call,

Hold my hand, lest a fall”.

This is him singing my song,

Telling my tale all day long.

The sun sleeps early tonight.

Uncle too steps in the light,

Taking all of me away,

Removing all in his way;

My fear of him, myself too,

His dirty touch, his tongue too

Its secrets, the fire it holds

Burning through my childish soul.

Together, we shut our eyes

Minds drifting up to the skies,

Thoughts separated from us,

But influenced by his lust.

Peace comes to our dwelling.

The others now lay sleeping –

Always forgetting us – me

Shutting their eyes so they won’t see.

Now with their eyes closed, minds lost,

How will they hear my soul if lost?

At last, his hands go searching

My body, my eyes, looking

For a spot to touch, to feel

To violate, and then kill.

Speak? Shout for help? I will not!

I will not die! I will not!

And so, he has me again,

Every new touch filled with pain.

Tonight, he becomes a man –

I remain a boy, a sad one,

A lost one searching for light,

A light for help in the night.

No one to dry me tears

All I have is a voice who fears

My small voice – the truth it holds,

A voice whose words keep me cold:

“Go to bed now, all is well

Go to bed now, all is well”.