Alone... face down in a pile of mud,
Waiting the goddess of darkness and wind.
Time... it’s going, so fast
But for you one minute is like dream.
So... you are laying helpless, alone,
...waiting for destiny to come.
So... you are praying hopeless, to god
...waiting for endlessness to last.
If she would let you stand up will you stand?
If she would let you be loved will you love?
Alone... face down in a pile of mud,
Waiting the goddess of darkness and wind.
Trying to breathe, trying to love
But she never would come... she always will be a farce...
Wraith
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2006
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