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21 Nov 2008

The saint is coming


So still and quiet I lay

And wait for you

To come and play

The game you know so well

And practice every day.


We didn’t play it together

And we prayed not do it, never!


Your mouth gives me a lot of air,

But my body and lungs are in despair.


I watch it from high above

And think you’ll fail

And I would become a dove…


You try and try

And hope I’ll give a sign

Asking yourself why…

Why did it happen?

Why do we have to cry?


Your mates are coming since

And help you end the game,

But no one knows who wins!


Suddenly I open up my eyes

And I see you crying,

And then I realize

The game we were playing

Has saved a hundred lives…


…including mine…

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