May the bridges I burn
Can enlighten my way.
I don't know how it turns,
But I pray for good days.
All I'm leaving behind,
Hope will never slap back.
Hope they won't make blind
And won't paint me to black.
May the bridges I burn
Be the ways out of hell.
Promise not to return
And no secrets to tell.
For all I did in the past
Hope I won't be crucified.
I'm already collapsed -
By best woman denied.
The bridges I burn
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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