Laying in a hospital bed

An autum leaf turns red and puple by the time

I hear the nurse – sigh thinking there is

I lay in bed counting the glow

I feel a half dead admist syringes

A stothescop and heaps of barren hopes too

This is the third time  I have had to change

Laying in bed too much makes my condition worse

I feel the desire to hold you in my arms

You are my living miracle

-Gatot malaisianto