Sorrow is right beside my bedroom.
I daren't go in at night
or even acknowledge it, most of the time.
But sometimes, like standing on the edge of a cliff
and fearing I might just jump,
I stare inside.
The window opposite
looks over a beautiful garden.
I've heard so much about that view,
If only I could cross the room.

If joy were a room it would have no walls,
no door,
just a welcome mat
in the middle of an open meadow
and a picnic blanket.

Like standing on the edge of a cliff
and fearing I might just jump,
I jump.
With my picnic blanket parachute
and my heart full of joy
I dive into the darkness.
Cobwebs turn into infinite starlight,
the window opens, the garden rolls in.
With my welcome mat under the moon
I call out to everyone:

"Sit with me, just for a while,
I know it's cold and dark.
Just sit with me
and teach me the names of the stars"