Here is a man from a lost town
Looking at the ruins of history
He was an immigrant chasing renown
On a path to forgetting his birth mystery
Starting new life and language
In the land of work and things
He thought he can manage
But nobody cares what he thinks
He wore a graduation gown
And learned how to use parachute
To fly from his past down
To the place where he found new roots
Countries changed and the guilt
For his parents in the lost town
Being worried and eventually killed
Waiting for son who was not around
Here is a man from a lost town
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2016
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