It’s the end of our fairy tale.
All my life now seems to be so frail.
No one cares about my tears.
I am lost in senseless fears.
Walking in this city with no name I feel –
Emptiness inside my heart becomes more real.
Tell me, remind me where should I roam.
Help me to find out the way to get back to my home.
Passing through the slums of my own soul
I believe, I’ll save and keep it whole.
Someday I will cope with pain.
There is so much to regain.
© Andrew Mosckalev, 13.10.2008
City With No Name
© Copyright: Андрей Москалёв, 2010
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