You blown up my soul
I was just a fake
From it only knoll
The grave of keepsake.
Your voice is a drone,
I lost everything.
I'm free, but alone
I just want to sing.
I'm free, but alone,
But I'm more not love.
You broking my bone
And flew like a dove.
I'm free, but alone,
I'm happy today
And standing on your tombstone
I chose other way.
A pity that history is over
not with a happy end.
And here is nothing to wonder
And nothing amend.
09/03/2012
Free, but alone
© Copyright: Душевно Слаб, 2012
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