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