Let me sooth your pained cries
Storm is brewing in the skies
The labyrinth of faceless graves
We navigate together
Let me take your shaking hands
Tell me all the shattered plans
Rain would wash our tears away
I'll pray for stormy whether.
There can be no respite
For those of us still left behind
The memories of those who died
Never truly leaving
Hold me tight in your embrace
Cause we still have the world to face
We will just have to keep them close
And somehow go on living.
At the gravesite
© Copyright: Мария Любезнова, 2016
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