Every time you hear my SOS
Deep inside salvation or extinction
Still I rise with emptiness in glass
Human life is nothing but a fiction.
Am I dreaming deeply and unconscious
Or it’s just a nightmare for a life
I would like to wake up in the morning
Feel you in my arms without strife.
You’re my torch in deepest darkest lair
You’re my morning sunshine ever bright
And to reach you that will be a dare
I’ll make it whether it’s not right.
Fly away my birdie of tomorrow
Still my patience waiting for so long
Days of future painted with sorrow,
So I must to strive of moving on.
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© Copyright: Артем Баранцев, 2018
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