Looking out my window


United Kingdom

I hear them whisper               just outside my door.

They say I am not likely         to last another day.


I know this all too well.          My fate, I have accepted.


Yet I cannot keep myself        from hoping, wishing, praying

As I lay here in my bed           looking out my window.

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