I awake each morning, four walls are closing in Looking out into the garden , the dew upon the grass The morning fog is lifting , birds chirping , bold as brass There is a chill in the air , autumn trees are going bare Four walls that sorround me , but not a prison cell For I have the key , this is where I choose to dwell Life is what you make it , you are here for a short while Do what you want ,when you can, but do it in your own style Try to free the mind , open up your inner thoughts Write them down ,share them , those words cannot be bought Four walls may be sometimes , all you see each day Be real, be honest the world outside is never far away Always retain a glimmer of hope in your mind and in your heart That the life you aspire to, is your very own work of art A gradual process as each day passes by For you never really know ,when you are an apple in someones eye .