I wore a crown
Wasn’t afraid to drown
I flew alone
Feeling I could face a cyclone
One day I fell
Couldn’t even tell
Life stood still
I’d fallen ill
I lived alone
So weak, could have been blown
Cuckoo bird sang in my ear
Garfield bought me a pear
Kumbhu couldn’t come in
Blew kisses and said amen
Moon face sat besides me
Banana bringer sang a lullaby
Baby spring whispered at night
Its older version disappeared from sight
I felt loved and happy
Why does being well sometimes feel crappy?
