It’s just a fight with spirits’ evil
With voices in your seditious head,
With people, who are talking drivel
You are trying to do your own tread.
Everybody says that your idea is impossible
And you have no chance,
Because your gold is very fusible
And your dream has no advance.
You believe in this cruel reality,
You forget this magical gift,
But your irreparable mentality
Cannot understand it and
You start to shift.
You write without any stops,
You feel, you realize, you think about
Your heard is in humble drops,
You want to show it all around.
No, no, please, understand!
It isn’t an attempt to take popularity,
It is just a way that we live
With understanding our necessity.
God, give everybody your blessing,
To feel and to create,
Give everybody the amazing
Chance to elate!
Just give me a chance
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2014
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