It`s time to us to stop hours ,
Their arrows kill you and us,
Their arrows go while we grown old,
And the World becomes cold.
They aren`t capable of mercy
Without knowing go, you see
They faster and faster go,
And will fault never avow.
They are dead,
But operate the live,
But we need,
That someon dispel a myth
And has told when it`s time to leave.
And it is time to us will stop too,
Carelessly to look on the moon,
To look out of the windows room,
To wait when for an arrows will stop soon.
And these arrows eventually
Will for ever stop for me,
Will pierce my breast from within,
Will search for a following victim.
They are dead,
But operate the live,
But we need,
That someon dispel a myth
And has told when it`s time to leave
06.03.11.
It is time to stop hours
© Copyright: Лизавета Ликующая, 2011
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