Open up my door
to be washed ashore.
Stumble through the cold,
won't you?
I can dress your dreams,
mark your eyes with gleams.
If you just unfold,
won't you?
Confining, I'm losing my way.
You lead to intermission.
Refining the words that you say,
defying all definition.
You're shining, but still you display
the blackness of opposition.
Declining, I see that you sway,
suspicion is leading you astray.
Open up my fears
to be left in tears.
Stumbling through the cold,
there's you.
I can strip your soul,
make your eyes seem whole.
I would just unfold,
won't you?
Assembly
© Copyright: Влад М., 2004
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