Every morning when I wake
and pry open my eyes,
my bedroom floor is spotless clean
and outside the world dies.
The folks I like still walk the earth,
and though none have said it,
where survival is concerned,
I deserve most credit.
In my hands, my own world,
my own family preserved.
In my hands, all my friends,
everyone I know ‘til the end.
I haven’t seen much of the world
outside my home and haven,
but I can guess from what I’ve heard,
there isn’t much worth saving.
But, everyone I’ve ever known,
and people I admire
can rest assured I’ve got them all,
and my arms never tire.
In my hands, my own world,
my own family preserved.
In my hands, all my friends,
everyone I know ‘til the end.