If, by chance, I lose it all,
And gain, by chance, a whole new life,
I can lie down with my self that evening,
And I can still clench my fists.
If the world turns faster, suddenly
And I fall from my eight foot rock,
I can lie in the hot red sand,
And I can still touch my lips.
If those friends I knew so well, one day become enemies,
And if that day I finally discover unhappiness,
Still I can lie down,
And I can still stretch my legs.
If the earth opened up beneath me,
And swallowed me,
I can lie down in solitude,
And still tap my knees to the music in my head.
If I lost the lights,
Or the scents or the flavours,
I could still lie down,
And feel my heart throbbing and my veins pulsing
And sleep, safe, in the hands of my self.