I'm here, Where hearts are beating like the heart of a dying person.
no one cares about my tired breath.
It's sounds like that my country, my family, my loved ones, and even my tired hands have taken me captive. whenever I tried to break these chains they become tighter...
No hope to break my chains, no hope to get used to them.
I'm here, with my tired breathes, until a day that my hair turns to white like the days I was always looking for.
Here no one noticed my existence.
music: Musictown from Pixabay