I had a second, a single chance To let the cameras see my face. I hoped then that I would make the news And I prayed that you'd be tuned in I cannot know what you have heard In a cell I imagine the worst So I wanted to send a simple sign Somehow convey that I'd be fine It's ok, It's ok the guns will not be drawn And maybe the child will be born
Here in Laos....
It's an ordeal, It's unreal I'd give anything Just to be aboard an outward flight Because it's hell in this cell It's just 4 by 4, six of us asleep on a wooded floor We get water for 2 hours a day And no one cares if you complain At least there's 5... 500 grams of sticky rice To keep me and an unborn child alive But it's ok, I'll keep my head down Maybe solutions will be found