You send your prayers up,
You are saying: “ Thank you Jesus”.
I am saying: “Thank you mother”...
And I don’t know better
‘cause I never had seen lord rock my cradle.
So why I should take your words as a truth.
So why I should believe in book that have nothing but rules.
I believe in a green grass,
And I don’t care much about the rest.
You saying it is not enough go to heaven,
But among green grass I am not scared of death.
I am going to run through the field of a dandelions
And crash down onto a fresh dirt.
And will fall asleep under warms of a midsummer day,
Alone with my dreams and thoughts.
Evening’ rain will awake me and lead my way home.
I am saying: “Thank you mother...
For brining me into this delightful and charming world”...
March 20, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Who Can Say For Sure
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