Who's crying now being home alone?
A little girl whose hair is long?
And whose all strenghts will live no more?
'Cause everyone's been hurting her.
With tiny heart and greatest soul
With falling tears she'll get to know
That all the roads are closed again,
But she will find her own reign.
It will be castle with one door
And brightest lights she's looking for,
Where all the dreams are coming true,
Where all her strenghts're becoming new.
Her dreams
© Copyright: Зарема Бекирова, 2013
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