World is coming so small
Of it growing high speed
That I so much need
To pray God
For saving your soul
When my poor is also full of sins
I can’t be your pure water
As once you’ve desired
So hopeful have told me
Such words from your lips
So strictly with power
That my family melting lower
You would like me to be strong
My dear, may be you were wrong?
When asked me to love you
Like nobody else asked
It was something shocking–new
All your fucking tasks
But you are lucky
Coz my main religion is
That all dreams should come true
When this world coming so small
So, what will be the next speed?
Only God knows
Please, also pray for my soul
World is coming so small
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2011
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