For the ray of light in darkness, thank you, G.O.D.!
Glad to live and breathe in new mode.
Old ways show patterns they forgot.
Dig it patiently and go back to country plot
To restore my handmade scar I made of trash
When was seeing moon by day, and days were dash,
Waiting early mornings to go back to ash.
Moment’s gone and all they see is hash.
May will come and ask –may I to come?
I’ll reply – for what? I’ve lost my drum.
He will disappear by showing me a thumb,
Drawing me on clouds – I’m your chum.
“Hi”. A stranger dressed in black will stop beside.
What he’ll see is just my surprised eyes.
Never talk to strangers – mother said.
This advice from childhood I will not forget.
Go your way, man and do no harm
Cause I know where I lost my drum.
Cause I know where I lost my drum
© Copyright: Вениамин Понкратов, 2019
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