I sit in desolation, alone, lost hooked up to an artificial machine, waiting to see the sun shine on my back No love to be found through these IV tubes I sit and eat only the finest of frozen foods they have to offer,tater tots with Ketchup, gloved sterile hands come to see me and look at me through white masks with sad eyes misted with confusion, I am like a mannican they see no person only sickness , I have no voice, no spirit, to them only a body slowly being drained of life, My body refuses there man made medicine like a baby refusing to eat, But I have my Jamai Yangu ' My family" My only support that stays with me within these sterile walls, They are the only thing that has emotion, An emotion that keeps me fighting to live:

LOVE