I lay here in my hospital bed,
Wondering about the world.
of busy streets,
and city beats,
and all the things I have left to see,
Of all the troubles I have left behind,
all the answers I didn’t find,
all the worries that plague my mind,
and of all the people who were true and kind.
What is my fate in this hospital room?
Is it that of gloom and doom.
will I be left to wonder about the world,
and be sent to an early tomb.
Will I be healed, than set free,
through these doors,
is it meant to be!!!
Life awaits me, but here I stay, in this hospital room.