Sit down for now we have to talk
There is no life or death there is a magic beanstalk
That grows between the earth and the endless sky
Just take it or leave it my dear don’t ask me why
Just trust me for I;m telling the truth
There is no old age or devil-may-care youth
Birds have wings and they are able to fly
We do not and so we have to climb
Up higher and higher right to the very top
That’s where time is helpless and has to stop
I know it;s scary to see the heavens unfold
Be brave my dear for you have a heart of gold
Sit down for now we have to talk
© Copyright: Дмитрий Рогов, 2016
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