hen darkness falls upon our lives
And storm clouds fill the sky,
We need a place to rest our heads
Until it passes by,
So thus the spirit of dismay
Is painless to defy…
…The bed in which we place our hope
Is where we're forced to lie.
Day by day we build our beds
Both flexible and spry
To bear the weight of empty words
And every hopeless sigh,
We keep the bedding clean and white
To dab our tearful eye…
…The bed in which we place our faith
Is where we go to cry.
Once days of tribulations pass
And end of life draws nigh,
We'll snuggle in among our dreams
To watch a vacant sky;
The memories of all we were
Embrace our last goodbye…
…The bed we build throughout our lives
Is where we'll go to die.