Your home becomes a prison when you lose your friends.
When the creaky door closes and the fence of loneliness begins.
No longer sunshine blooming high, across
the clouds
No calling of the whistling trees, when swirling leaves abound
In prison house no smiles, no laughter, no human sounds at all
No one to tell the rising of the sun or when the night time falls
Your friends, all of them lost, and silently gone
No one to share your prison at the coming of the dawn.
And soon you too will be gone in the darkness of the dawn.
