Poem -

Hospital corridors..

Listening to the steps of uncertainty 
Troubles are here and growing like a cancer
Walking, as the past will set me free
Wondering of the future I will still have growing 

Sitting thinking of tragedy while clinging onto hope 
Overwhelming thoughts of what can come and go
Thanking of what we have 
Hurting that we can't give 

Remember what has become and everyone has a story
You wear your crown with pride and give your thoughts with a price 
Your price becomes your heart and the soul becomes for sale 

Walking up and down wishing it will go
Preying to the man in the bed wishing  it will go
On the 5th hour a woman cried and stole her sons heart
The mother wasn't a thief all she wanted was a piece 
Hospital Corridors 
Hospital Corridors 
Hospital Corridors

A little smile a warm hand, another 'normal' being kind
We pretend that it's all ok
Our life is a price to pay
We want no one to be hurt
Stealing to love and never be burned 

Silence is the cancer that is growing 
We are cracks and the want step over 
Walking up and down wishing it will go
Preying to the man in the bed wishing it will go
On the 5th hour a woman cried and stole her sons heart
The mother wasn't a thief all she wanted was a piece
Hospital Corridors 
Hospital Corridors 
Hospital Corridors..... 

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