The rain is washing out my soul
So I could look inside myself
For many years I've played my role
But never found "other half"
That role I've picked myself,I know
It was a choice, not ultimatum
I never was, star of the show
But I was not a little atom
I spoke with ease on any topic
And never searched for words in vain
But now it's time to search the attic
Because I found a new pain
This time at least,it's not a heartache
But covers everything at once
The days in life, just like a card deck
Though sometimes roll just like a dice
So why did I deserve the pain?
I wasn't nice and sweet enough?
I hope it all was washed by rain
And I'm ready for the love
Nov.15.04
My role in the rain
© Copyright: Поляков Олег, 2004
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