It's another lazy morning
Where the sun was caught asleep
Napping away the whole day
This action, it takes place too frequently.
How dare it waste the hours that I'd like to keep
Instead, of staying in this bed, too afraid of the outside
Oh I stay in this house of mine, for any little reason, I stay and hide
Too fearful I might stumble and falter with no clear path in front of me
No cushions, blankets, or sheets.
No soft landing, no friendly hand to pull me up.