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Days pass by: and here I lie
Not bothered unaffected
Storms pass by, and here I lie
Waiting for a miracle unprecedented
I see the dreams I wished to live
The dreams once a near
I almost felt them on my fingertips
The thought itself so hard to bear
I hear the sound of success
That once was what that kept me going
The sound that once deafened me
I breathe the air in, but can it give my life?
I drink water but can it quench my thirst?
I eat but can it make me go on far long?
I look but can I see the see the sight that
Greeted me First?
And thus, the days pass by and here I lie
Not bothered; unaffected
Waiting and waiting
For a Miracle…….?