In the morning, when I’m laying in my bed
If I wasn’t breathing, you might think I was dead
I’m not joking, believe me, what I say is true
My limbs and body are so stiff, I really can’t move
It’s like Riga mortis has set in, and it’s here to stay
It’s only the pain that lets me know that I’m still alive today
I try for an hour to get up and out of my bed
Sometimes it’s longer. It’s beginning to fill me with dread
Finally I manage to get up, I’m very slow when I walk
I hate being so slow, so I guess it’s good that I can still talk
It’s even hard picking a cup up & holding a drink in my hand
It really hurts, I’m really not sure, people would understand
Then I take six pills and I have to wait a while
Then gradually as they kick in. I can begin to smile
Ok , I still have pain, and I’m still not feeling that well
But I’m grateful to be up, fighting, staying strong, even though it’s hell!
Written by Shelley Edwards (c)