You're seeing my fears, and you smile, and you play,
This road is leading to nothing,
Their arms clothes gloves and the color is grey,
But here there is ash under clothing
Indeed did you want to be weed, withered weed?
Which need every time care of Heaven?
Said - no, I am light of God, but wild seed,
I'll rise through the earth leaving haven
And every my step will be my by your trace,
You teach me to walk hand without,
And gathering mask cuz the darkness has face,
Wild seed will be sprout, green sprout
And now I am clay of earth only half,
The soul from Heaven is wading
Cognition and wishing the love to quaff
My teacher, my Father, I'm waiting
My Teacher
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