Condemned to rot, denied by people,
Have been abandoned and despised,
For many years I've been a cripple
That tried to struggle and to rise.
And now my fighting seems to finish,
As If the World has fallen down;
My monstrous pain is to diminish
My wildest dreams are just a sound.
I cannot say what really happened,
I'm still a child in a nest,
My eyes can't view the near pattern,
My brightest mind - my nagging pest.
I'm resting under pressive branches,
Feeling the scent of breezy air,
The clouds above are slightly stretching, -
But I'm a baby - I don't care.
Fate
© Copyright: Виталий Озолиньш, 2013
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