Days are getting younger,
I’m dying within,
Because someone does not,
Knowing I can’t pass the river,
Because I’m useless,
Is the thinking that haunts me,
Day in day out,
I’d wish she’d see me for who I am,
At least now I feel the sun is bright,
With all my might,
She’ll say I love you,
But then my grave stone is upheld,
From the battles I wished I should have won.
~ Rajah Dah Bass.