My struggle to survive
Is in a way of WAR
With thousand little things
Before I find the door,
Before I hear "Come in"
And no more "No, no, no…"
I tolerate to win.
I understand the LAW.
Do, dear, dear God,
You really exist?
Then, why should, why should I
Go constantly through this?
I'm modest in my dreams,
I don't demand at all.
I'm honest to the end.
I'm full of peace and love.
My struggle to survive
Destroys my inner world.
My soul is in pain…
Please, help me, dear Lord.
My struggle
© Copyright: Lena Prosto, 2003
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