I lie in my bed
and see four walls and a ceiling
They stand there around me
Silent and unfeeling
Sometimes I wonder
If they could speak
Whether they'd tell me
Why they are strong and i'm weak?
They're lucky, those walls
Having no pain to bear
Not living in sadness
With no one to care
But sometimes the sun rushes in from one lonely window,
and the breeze cools my cheek
Suddenly i know
that the walls aren't so lucky.
They may never hunger or strife,
but no matter how fortunate,
they aren't blessed with life.
No, they can't see and feel,
they can't love and sing
They can't have memories
of a bird on the wing.
Yes, now I am the lucky one
The one loved by my Lord
For after this suffering
I will get my reward
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
I lie in my bed
and see four walls and a ceiling
They stand there around me
Silent and unfeeling
Sometimes I wonder
If they could speak
Whether they'd tell me
Why they are strong and i'm weak?
They're lucky, those walls
Having no pain to bear
Not living in sadness
With no one to care
But sometimes the sun rushes in from one lonely window,
and the breeze cools my cheek
Suddenly i know
that the walls aren't so lucky.
They may never hunger or strife,
but no matter how fortunate,
they aren't blessed with life.
No, they can't see and feel,
they can't love and sing
They can't have memories
of a bird on the wing.
Yes, now I am the lucky one
The one loved by my Lord
For after this suffering
I will get my reward
