My heart is becoming weaker by the day.
My strength, oh my strength is a struggle.
I must stay inside to hide from the days light.
The doctor's say my life is sort. I live in pain; bones are weak and becoming brittle, my strength is leaving me as I speak, the pain is so bad that modern medications can not relife.
So I'm searching for the one who can make me whole again, give me life, let me feel the breeze of the nights air, bath in the moon light, and my thirst is comforeted at last and I can dance till dawn.
Well I be rescued in time?
I wait
Lady Gigi
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