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.
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