Who are we? The Wreckage of the Heroes, full of unfulfilled dreams?
Drowning in a sea of thought, we only fools under wispy gleames.
Dragging the spills of centuries
We' re writing our own history
Our warm, sweet shelters are lost
And happiness surrender to exhaust
Life has lightly flashed before my eyes
Its' aim forgotten somewhere in my dreams
We were returning there too many times
Meaning was hiding in deceitful beams
Our ashes somewhere in the darkness
It scattered by the verses long ago
In brains - a little place to all reliance
And we were close to stop this steady flow.
Life has lightly flashed before my eyes
Its' aim forgotten somewhere in my dreams
We were returning there too many times
Meaning was hiding in deceitful beams
Who are we?
© Copyright: Лара Ленц, 2016
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