Dispair

I am afraid of the fact that life is so small

In a blink of an eye I will be gone

In a blink of an eye I might be gone,

oh, no.

I was born poor but at least I was pure

People lied and then gone

But the true stayed on

Till the end.

I am afraid I will die in the dark room.

Please if you ever find the door, show it before I am gone.

I hope the light is warm.

I hope I will see the dawn.