Why would the skies color be blue?
Why would the blue color be ever true?
You in my arms is a mirage.
But, I am still blessed with this dream sabotage.
No self-pity regrets - life is a journey.
Common sense is found. But, why I feel lonely?
My conscience plays a perfect guard
In the land of confusion, where you live in my heart.
You in my arms is a mirage
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2017
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