There are those who live in the tomb

where there is very little room

Days are spent in the dark

and never do they hear the lark

 

In the darkness of the tomb

there is a life of perpetual gloom

Security there is often found

but for life it does confound

 

In the bowels of this earthly room

nothing ever comes too soon

It is a place where there is no growth

on this you can take an oath

 

Many do not want to be free

the world outside to see

They prefer to hide where all is dim

and conceal themselves deep within

 

Outside the tomb there is ample room

where people dance a different tune

It takes courage to roll back the stone

and go in search of life and home