Every night when I go to sleep,
I do really feel kinda cheap,
Nothingness is in the bed,
Romatism, none, tough heart instead,
So I face my eternal friend,
Who stands always straight never bend,
The wall, mute, but alive,
Its stillness makes me forget all the troubles hive,
Crazy … would you think,
To have as a friend such a “silly” thing,
As I contemplate its face,
I feel much better and start going to another space,
I feel warm hands surrounding me,
I feel smooth darkness invading me,
I feel my eyelids fall in peace,
And I dive into the sleeping bliss,
Thank you, wall, my closest friend off all,
You are always by me, may it be summer or fall,
Your trust and love are burnt in my deepest soul.