The day is soon to come,
where I'll hear greetings from mum.
Singing me songs of Birthday,
which is supposed to bring me joy that day.
People ask me, "What would you want?"
I reply, "Nothing at all."
Later alone in the night, I wished for something,
which seems impossible than anything.
There a tear rolls down my cheek,
making my body feel weak.
Sighing I doze off to sleep,
for I can't dig anymore deep.
Once again a year needs to go on,
for that wish still tells me to 'Hold On!'