You are torn.
Like the leaf,
Like the homeless breeze,
Like the heart without belief
You freeze.
You were born
Just like me
Just like all others, those
Thrown to this life
For some purpose.
Unknown to you
Hidden from me,
But yet,
In time we'll see.
You are sad
Like the rain,
Like the melting snow
You're in striking pain
In vain...
Slightly mad
Like the storm
But yet, my friend
For some purpose,
You were born.
To a friend
© Copyright: Янош Фальк, 2005
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