Gaeta's Lament

Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love may it always stay true

This I beg for the second wish I made too
But wish no more
My life you can take
To have her please just one day wake
To have her please just one day wake