Sleepless again

There is no wind
There is no rain
Lying cozily in a warm bed
Inside a soundproof room
Am sleepless again

There was a time
without any food, without any dime
rain drops crashing on the asbestos sheets
trying to wake us up
from the sound sleep
And we would hug you tight old man
feeling warm, feeling at peace.
Dreaming of a pukka shed.
Dreaming of a cozy bed