As I lie on my bed outstretched,
Gazing at the covered up sky;
Some voices strange I hear in my head,
Sizzling, rumbling, laughing by
My ears left and right; but
A qualm would arise, is this in my head?
Or just something outside, unsure I
Lie, hearing the voices' desire,
To stop me, to kill me, of not letting me fly;
But still I lie on my bed outstretched,
Waiting for the voices to die;
Stubborn, deadly, cunning voices;
They want me to fall, with my dreams
Down the sky so wide,
That leads to the golden world
Of laughter and light,
So I lie on my bed outstretched,
Looking at the grey tube-light,
I get off my bed with a whirling dread
But walk with a wry
And turn on the light,
The voices would die,
I bid them goodbye.