Somewhere at some time br They committed themselves to me br And so, I was! br Small, but I WAS! br Tiny, in shape br Lusting to live br I hung in my pulsing cave. br Soon they knew of me br My mother --my father. br I had no say in my being br I lived on trust br And love br Tho' I couldn't think br Each part of me was saying br A silent 'Wait for me br I will bring you love!' br I was taken br Blind, naked, defenseless br By the hand of one br Whose good name br Was graven on a brass plate br in Wimpole Street, br and dropped on the sterile floor br of a foot operated plastic waste br bucket. br There was no Queens Counsel br To take my brief. br The cot I might have warmed br Stood in Harrod's shop window. br When my passing was told br My father smiled. br No grief filled my empty space. br My death was celebrated br With tickets to see Danny la Rue br Who was pretending to be a woman br Like my mother was.