Outside the sun was a false friend, for past those doors the whip of the wind was king
I stand alone shut in a world to good to be true
I am surrounded by the laughter that I share with the others
Oh, what I would give to turn this room into one huge balloon
to float with me to every daily chore, waiting after each
with merry friends to blow the gloom off what we have to do
To laugh, and sind, to cry and hold eachother,