Oh pureness is so unfamiliar
For those who are so used to use.
You think that you look in the mirror,
But blindness is Judas for you...
I hope that you see where you run to,
I hope you can feel what's around.
I wish you could hide from a hunter...
If you just could see how you run...
Hear, hear a threat through the quiet!
Hear rustling leaves in the dark...
I see how poor, innocent, tired,
Unwritten faint song now you are.
Forgive all the life's cruelest silence,
Betrayals of life, please, forgive!
I'm dying to give you asylum,
But no one to receive my gift.
What else can I say if I'm willing
To send you salvation and burn.
Oh that unforgettable feeling
When they steal it all and return...
Dancer In The Dark
© Copyright: Ксения Олдфилд, 2016
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