The doctor says, you have three more months to live
In your vital organs, the cancer spread
Since you found out what kind your illness is
You became so hopeless…
Your love ones can't afford for your chemotherapy
You don't bother cos there's no cure anyway
You don't want to add another load in their shoulder
Cos you know watching you suffer
Their heart bleeds and silently shed a tear
You already felt so tired and you want to say farewell
Your friends pitied you so much
In you, they always keep in touch
They want you to feel even just a little bit better
They always pray to God that you'll get well
But you don't help them
You don't help yourself
God's hand is extending from heaven
But you never reach and hold it
Your time here on Earth is nearly ending
If you can still walk why not go to the house of God
Pray there and asks God for healing
Not sit and play Mahjong once again
A healing, if not for your illness then for your soul
So that when you die you'll rest in peace
You never experienced good life here but not in God's place.
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