Put to field of the emotions,
I’m congealed forevermore.
I wish I knew if any motions
Help renew my life to state it was before
I’m hanging on a cross of terrors,
always alone under the sun.
It’s rays highlight, my fails and errors.
And there’s no night to rest of what I’ve done
I’m just a wretched scarecrow x3
All my crows are love and passion
I suppose, my mission’s clear
though it is not what I need. But in my occasion,
each day I succeed - no love, no passion’s near…
I’m just a wretched scarecrow x3
Burn me to ash, release me of burden of pain (pain)!
Get rid of my flesh, that's freedom that I can obtain!..
Burn me down, burn, burn me down!..
No one came, alone I’m standing…
where's the flame, that brings peace?
And there's no way to break free, and there is no ending,
all that left for me’s to pray for decease x3
Scarecrow
© Copyright: Максим Обрывко, 2013
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