Черновик, или как всё началось

There is no real reason,
To look like a parent at me.
There is no real prison,
For those who were not born free.

There are no real tears
From eyes of you.
There are no real mirrors
Because you can no longer see it through.

Falling apart, but feeling together,
Sooner or later, for worse or for better,
You are in my hand, and I'm in yours,
Wars full of peace and peace full of wars.

And I'm sorry or those who read it,
You must have been looking for something wise,
So you did not find what you needed
You have to keep looking,because time is price

One day, it'll happen, I promise,
You'll find somebody, who will stop your search,
And after all tries, there is no miss,
You don't want go away, now you want to approach.

Falling apart, but feeling together,
Sooner or later, for worse or for better,
You are in my hand, and I'm in yours,
Wars full of peace and peace full of wars.