They tell me that I am the power of Evil
And I became the power of Good.
My thoughts tend all that of medieval
And it gives a gloomy shade to my mood.
I wanted to fly high in the sky
Above the gray days of my life,
But only can dream deep in my mind
To build up the world with no lie.
I'm standing alone among the crowds of people
And hear them laughing into mу ear...
I'm going through faces, the streets're getting deeper...
I feel, but can't see that you are near.
I spend my life wandering, playing my solo,
Believing that new striking days are ahead.
It's useless to take in the thoughts of the hollow
And living a fabula those happy heads.
I'm waiting for bass or for the unique solo
As gentle as water, as bright as the sun,
Comprising a melody, my solo to follow,
The help for creating the world with no pun.
16.03.11.
They tell me that I am the power of Evil...
© Copyright: Алёна Чернушенко, 2012
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