I think I have died more times than I can remember
Each time these walls close
It's a casket
And my bucket list seems to fade
I think I have died more times than I can remember
Each time these walls close
It's a dying umbilical cord
The life only hoped for never to be lived
I think I have died more times than I can remember
Each time these walls close
It's a dying man
Losing hope in the tunnel of mistakes and regrets
I think I have died more times than I can remember
Each time these walls close
It's a suicidal mind
And a man yet to seize to exist
I think I have died more times than I can remember
Yet somehow my soul answers a call each day to resurrect like lazarus
See life from an eagles eye
Redefine life from the rock bottom as I rise like a flower growing from the concrete
I think I have died more times than I can remember
I think I can also live more times and surely remember
That from the darkness, a seed grows
And surely exist once again                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    