And, all the night, I lie awake,
And fear lies by my side;
Afraid to make the least mistake,
I think it best to hide.

I hang my hat up in a cave
And seal its very mouth,
And, like a corpse that’s in a grave,
I think my life’s gone south.

But I’m alive in spite of that,
And, hearing nature’s call,
I raise myself, put on my hat
And batter down the wall.

And, stepping out, I see the light
That’s always shining, day and night.

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