Lantern
I live in old house down the hill
My soul is getting older here
It’s getting shabby with these walls
It’s getting creaky with these doors
One day it’s gonna disappear
This day is far or maybe near
Soft fingertips will turn to bones
These hair will take off all it’s gloss
Old house or new - you never know
When it will turn to pile of stone
Some empty frames with broken glass
And happy photograph of us
I live in old house down the whill
It’s sinking to the ground for real
I’m scared my soul can fall asleep
And gradually sink with it
To see how deep are gone my feet
I need a lantern being lit
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