All that I am is just smoky fear...
The eye of a pistol is really near...
All that I just needed is clear mind...
I needed HOPE,but which of kind?
I know,the Hope is white
As light feathers of snow,coming tonight!
A know,that I have so much ways
But I stay besides you! HOPE MY NAME IS GRACE!
Poisoned and sad thinks and dreams,
For me is one silence - the silence of screams.
But give me the hand and take me home,
Because I am tired and I am alone!
I am crying about you cruelly hope,
And my life is for me as a kick of a rope!
I AM CRYING ABOUT YOU CRUELY BLODY AND SNOW-WHITE HOPE!
Hope my name is Grace
© Copyright: Ирина Ниманд, 2010
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