My sail can be hardly seen through the haze
The image is shabby and pale
I'm staring away through the dark on the shore
The silence so loud in my ears, I'm gone
Gone into the mirrors to come back some day
You'll finally see through the haze in your eyes
I pray to my mind so that everything's okay
At least, I'm still ready to wait for that day
Tonight, yesterday, tomorrow, at least one day
In the lifetime.
Haze in Your Eyes
© Copyright: Олег Иванилов, 2014
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