Patiently I wait for you
To allow my life to start.
Many months now, have gone by;
Crouching in the dark.
It’s obvious you wanted me
You gave me chance to live.
So give me only six months more;
And happiness I’ll give.
When your mother heard the news
She shouted and she cried.
You felt so sad, so down, so weak;
You’d rather that I died.
Few days pass, you’re still confused
Then finally you choose.
It was ether your life or mine;
So the chance to live- I lose.
I’m carried to a bleached white room
Desperation floods my unborn mind.
Deprived of hope, deprived of life;
To the angels I’m now signed.
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