I denied to address the forlorn concrete room I was encased in,
I poured alcohol into the room,
But then I woke up daily morning to the albatross seating beside my bed,
I feared it, loathed it, and ran away from it,
I poured even more and more alcohol into the forlorn concrete room I was encased in,
I woke up daily morning to the tunes of Gloomy Sunday,
Year after year passed and the albatross seating beside my bed proudly sang Gloomy Sunday every morning,
I tried running away again,
The strong smell of alcohol inside the forlorn concrete room could not have been more austere,
I discovered a window and shattered its glasses,
I shouted out to people outside,
And then some sunshine and fresh wind entered the concrete room,
The lilies outside seemed hopeful,
There was a true ruckus when the fresh blowing wind forced the smell of alcohol out of the room,
The albatross flew away cursing me to come back again,
I slept that night,
I woke up to sunshine on my face,
The sunshine had the fragrance of someone,
I woke up to find myself out of the forlorn concrete room,
Out in the fields, out in the hills!
The albatross seats away from me still cursing me,
And me waking up happy every morning, to the sunlight having the fragrance of her!