The dark days of painful delight
Shall not give me a freedom again.
I will look into your eyes
And will see your broken will.
Bearing tears inside blue skies...
They shall make me clench my teeth.
I am here, between faith and lies,
But nothing will make me bow my knees.
Burning pages of previous life
Shall not be meaning something for me.
I will be walking against the stream,
To my new belonging and freedom.
Flowing darkness will lay to the lines,
Waking light will fly to the sky.
My inner beauty will be never found
Till the moment of day I die.
I betrayed my pride and my soul,
I am going from pit of the dirt.
And my blood, I think, will be flowing
Just with her whom I can call beloved.
Confession
© Copyright: Александр Игнатов 5, 2014
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