A cup of hot tea on the table,
She`s sitting alone in the room.
She`s simply don`t play. She`s not able
To play the guitar. A world`s wery cruel.
She`s trying to take a guitar,
But now she is not superstar.
The cup of hot tea is falling.
Nobody hears, but she is calling.
The shatters are on the floor,
The splashes are on her face.
The window is opened. The door
Is locked. But she needs some more space.
The freedom is near.
She can learn how to fly.
The Heavens are clear.
She is not afraid of die.
The splashes on the floor now are cold.
The window`s still opened. The house is old.
She will never be awaken.
The guitar string is broken...
Guitar player
© Copyright: Маленькая Королева, 2005
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