Glass is broken, whiskey's spilled
Light comes through the open door
With her destiny fulfilled
She is laying on the floor
Not a soul will raise alert
Silence's always been her friend
Heart slowed down and doesn't hurt
Life is running to the end
Crystal eyes are looking up
Through the ceiling, through the skies
She has reached this sudden stop
Free of doubts, hatred, lies...
Copyright © 2012 Yevgeniy Androsyan, All rights reserved
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