As I lay here in the early dawn,
I hear the sounds that come with morn.
Lively footsteps, water running,
muffled voices that say "good morning
Smiling eyes meet my own;
deft hands swiftly change my gown.
A kindly voice describes the scene
right outside my windowpane.
A kiss on the forehead swells up inside
and helps me to bear it,
helps me to make it a little longer
as I lay here alone,
a prisoner forever.
I am in pain,
but no one knows it.
I can't convèy my inner torment.
I lay alone and silently ponder
on days gone by, when I was younger.
Time rushed by me ever so quickly.
I didn't waste time, I was so busy.
The ones I love come to see me;
they search and look and cannot find me.
Deep inside unyielding muscles
I cry aloud,
but no one hears me.
Caring people try to help me;
knowing hands are laid upon me.
I look so hard hoping they'll find me.
I'm trapped inside my wasting body.
It's night again and I'm still lonely,
but someone comes and makes me happy.
Once again I'm warm and comfy.
I'm left alone, but I'm not unhappy.
Nurses look and often find me,
deep inside my iron body.