love under the table

remembering the days we've had
were like thieves hiding for life
so hard but yet so meaningful
covering our jurisdic love

continuing our illegal jobs
setting aside their lawful laws
in seeing those sacrifices you've made
i tried to keep everything

as it continue
the feeling gets stronger
fighting those endeavors cross
we still remain tough

as the challenges gets tougher
faith would never go
not minding how hard it is
but enjoying the freedom we've made



i'd rather die than be here all my life
i can't see, i can't even move freely
i can only feel but still clueless
i want to go to the big world
and smell the morning dew
the flower and the light i crave
for darkness of cylinder surrounds me
give me light then i've got hope
that i'd be back where i truly belong.
-seatwork in SEP