I live in the White Room
And living my dreams
Not everything looks like
The way as it seems.
Forgotten are days when
The White Room lived on
In short life for both us
Who are lost and gone.
It\'s quiet and shelters
Hurt body and mind
Not likely imagined
Same shape or a kind.
How long will it serve me
Before fades in gloom?
And kicking me out of
Four walls of White Room.