I’m lost in dire straits of love,
There’s only darkness all around.
My heart and soul, they’re killed and both
Are buried deep under the ground.
And there will be no passage out
Of this dark forest of lost dreams.
The silence screams – its voice is loud –
It says my light is getting dimmed.
But there’s a thing that can dispel
The pain, by which my life is captured:
When I’m not able more to dwell,
And when my spirit is just fractured,
And when I am no more the same,
And when I am too weak and brittle –
Will you remember then my name,
Will you then care for me a little?
Will You..?
© Copyright: Артур Тухикян, 2004
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