Convulsing on the bed, What does it take to feel one's suffering? Sometimes I wish, sometimes I pray Sometimes I sit in a silent way
Rocking back and forth on the floor, Bad things happening to people all around Not to me, not just yet What must I do? What can I do? Shall I run? Shall I work? Shall I talk to somebody? I can't move, but I'm waiting Waiting for time to turn over Like a penny within a well or a fallen leaf of clover
I wish I wasn't so paralysed So gripped with fear and uncertainty Wish I had control and did everything right Like a finished jigsaw or a cup of tea.
I'm trying to get better, And not fall further For I know of places and people who have it worse. I believe in better times to come, In happiness and a lift of the curse.