Four Walls


When the tired sun drops dead
Below the blushing horizon
And darkness spreads across the sky
Four walls should make a home.
Four walls beneath a solid roof,
A place to sleep, an escritoire,
Windows to let the sunlight in,
Once the sun has slept through the night.

When the wind’s dry and cold
Flowing down from up north
And hazy fog hides the sun
Four walls should make a home!
Four walls beneath a solid roof,
A place to sleep, an escritoire,
Windows to let the warm wind in,
Once the sun has pierced through the plight.

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