I set my coffee maker on, and I stare at my window, trying to enjoy the sun.
There's a man smiling as he goes downhill with his bike,
And another bloke squinting his forehead as he walks on the sideway outside my room
And I wonder,
As a friend struggling between life and death in an ICU room,
with her husband walking back and forth with thousands of things in his head,
What will happen ? What will be the answer to their pain?
This world will keep on spinning, the sun won't stop shining
The smily man will come home enjoying his supper
And the squinty bloke will hopefully find an answer
and my friend will find her cure
-amsterdam, praying for ihut-
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