Your heart had got a shining compass
Your soul was flaming on that date.
I've made you, child, for this purpose:
Create, my dear, please, create.
I wish you could erect a tower
And fill with ardour of your flame
So light the way with fire's power
Then men who're lost will see the aim
But who avoids inspiring feelings?
And who prefers to live a lie?
Some people envy flying beings,
These people've never tried to fly
Don't listen dirty words and lying.
Please, go away from it at last.
I gave you pretty wings for flying,
Why are you looking at the dust?
Forget about dark and clouds,
You have enough sunshine inside.
So fly! And please don't listen crowds,
Then your lighthouse will be bright.
The Lighthouse
© Copyright: Катрин Форал, 2017
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