dear LORD, u have the power to change

i walk into this hall

my eyes couldn't stop blinking, not even once

there were a lot of people

young and old, small and big, tall and short

chinese, indians and malays

all are waiting for their turn

for consultation to get better than what they are facing through now

the mom cry, she seems in pain in her heart looking at his son

young but weak and special from the others

the dad give the look like *everything will be okay*

the son trying and giving his best shot to survive

how cruel the life is to make these people to suffer from the *sickness*

to not have the chance like the normal people do

could not walk

could not stand

could not hold things

could not do things or stuff they like

to live life normal like all others did

THEY ARE NUMB

i watch and learn

i look and listen

stop and stare all the faces who suffer from it

sadness comes apart

god give them chance to live like others

give them hope and strength to live happily

so that everyone can live in peace.