My fiancťe, surely, will sincerely mourn me,
And my friends will settle any debts I owe;
Some will take my songs and they will sing them for me,
And may I be honored even by my foes.
No more books to read, no more pens to write with,
Even my guitar is out of tune.
I cannot go leftward, I cannot go rightward,
I canít see the sun, and I canít see the moon.
I canít go outside - Iíve been disempowered, -
Only from the door and to the wall.
I cannot go upward, I cannot go downward,
I can see a sliver of sky, and my dreams - thatís all.
Dreams about how, someday, Iíll regain my freedom,
My guitar once moreíll sound true and clear;
Whom will I be met by? How will I be greeted?
And what songs will I, then, get to hear?