Dreamer in your chair
plain but curiously stare
To the vast unknown
But to you, you see the cosmos as home
Falling down a flight of stairs
Diagnosis life’s not fair

Mr hawking
Spent a lifetime unlucky
Every door you’ve knocking on
What a chore, what a bore
To know everything
Aren’t you lonely mr Hawking?

When you’re dated jane
Did you hope the war would end?
You’re both the same
But the bomb never dropped
And your illness followed through and steady plot
Waking up with nothing left
Praying for the final breath

Mr Hawking
Spent a lifetime unlucky
Every door you’ve knocking on
What a chore, what a bore
To know everything
Aren’t you lonely mr Hawking?

Employ your mind to fight the paralytic hell
With all your might think up the cure to make you well
And if you cant , and if you cant
You’re just a man who cant heal thyself

Mr Hawking
Spent a lifetime unlucky
Every door you’ve knocking on
What a chore, what a bore
To know everything
Aren’t you lonely mr Hawking?