Enrobe my life

Enrobe my life with that of my dreams

Where fortune, romance, and life;

Stand a better chance than the realism.

Where togetherness stands a better chance

Rather than this lonely realness that I breathe.

Where Love has a place for me 

Rather than this destitute one.

Where life has color, meaning, and purpose

rather than being bitten in the dust.

The hatred I loath

Upon this mortifying self

For being a melancholy bait

To the darkness and pain

Stained by loneliness and heartache

Is there anything else from me?

That this life of mine can drain.

So, Enrobe my life with that of my dreams

Where fortune, romance, and life;

Stand a better chance than the realism