I'm sorry my old friend
for the letter I never sent,
for my uninvited comfort
when you really suffered
All I have, only God knows,
I would give to be close,
to stay by your door,
just to leave, feeling sore
Open your palms, dry your tears,
lock the door of your last frontier,
breathe, forgive and open up,
enjoy what you have with no backup
We just left behind our last turn.
There is no return, there is no return.
Speed up, and drive very fast -
all stop signs we already passed
I am sorry my old friend
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2016
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