Breathe

I am a prison in this hospital bed Used to wake-up with a cross above my head Pity my race will soon come to its end My love for them Please send. A plastic tube between my nose and lips Giving me air, glad I 'm sick! Gate of the white palace will soon to be closed Guardians of the empire seen in the post. Outside the window of my hopeless jail Children playing by one and more than twail Deprived of freedom and happiness Laying in this bed full of regrets and anguish. Doctors said "soon you 'll be okay You need to take your medicines everyday" If only I can have a second life I wish I can tell you "follow God's light". Wish I can get out in this darkest sorrow Be most welcome my self for a better tomorrow To the King of white palace thank you for today ! Only prayer for you left as my medicine for everyday.