If Only Poem by Mary Champion

I'm longing for the day
when you go far away,
leaving only relief behind.
I'm praying for the hour
that you will lose your power,
when there is no more fault to find.

My heart will feel real light,
the outlook will be bright,
when there are no more nuisance calls.
When your voice is stilled
and your anger killed
and you abstain from causing wars.

I'm dreaming of the time
when I have peace of mind
and never have to fear your ire.
When I will not be blamed
and every failing named -
and when I won't be under fire.