Imagine

Imagine

Imagine if you can, waking each day
Wondering if it would be better to be dead
Imagine if you can, trying to sleep
In something of a coffin, for this is my bed

Imagine if you can, eating a putrid swill
That provides little sustenance for you to exist
Imagine if you can, being abused each day
For the smallest things, just for trying to resist

Imagine if you can, that’s oh so close to hell
Imagine if you can, the waste of all it is
This is my life, Bangkok Hilton a place I know so well

By Peter
Source: Steve Willcox's blog