My soul looks me away

the child comes home at the age back
in what I longed
The chamber is smoked out
The girl uses old
My soul looks me away
my disability has exempted
they may have my dreams
Now they sleep in the best bed
with me are my soul four
three women with burnt faces
they ask for my manhood
that I lost years ago
she is buried in my shroud
she consoled herself with spiritual gifts
and that again was God's command