Two hundred dollars is the price for freedom,
Three quarters and uneaten lunch.
That is all it takes but years and tears
Have paved these steps to palace of disdain.
It takes your heart to sink to stomach,
It takes to plead without being heard,
It takes your hopes smashed in the bottle,
Before you whisper scary word - "divorce".
And once the waves of shame and sorrow
Will give a way to take a breath...
You'll feel that wings of dreams and honor
Will carry you above those steps.
Two hundred dollars is the price for freedom,
Three quarters and uneaten lunch.
How to explain to solemn court official
That this is the beginning of my life?
200 is the price for freedom
© Copyright: Катерина Богуш, 2014
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