There are good days,there are bad days
It seems this monster trying to invade
Creeping to the tunnel of breathing
Leaving poor soul but to gasps for air

Battle that no one can be sure
How to defeat combat or lure
Strenght to fight or fight for strenght
Brave or weak who knows to beat

From a distance , we reckon it is safe
But the gust of wind, seems like a wave
Quarantine and isolation to save
Or virus will hunt for us to enslave

What must to be done or undone
To end all of this,not as we think is fun
Until when we have nowhere no run
Courage we stand until this is gone