He laid in bed, broken legged not
broken spirit
He works tirelessly so as to return to
his pursuit of a golden life
On his bed he looks ahead, still he
tries to smile
People feel his smile is a lie
But he knows to walk he must keep
trying
His pains must be endured even
through his crying
Even when he felt he was dying
Still he fought for life and all he
believed-in
He's done his part, it's time for the
Supreme Being to move-in.
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