Will you come to see me dying?
Will it be a reason to forgive?
Will you be in grieve and crying?
If I die one day, what if?
Will you come to see me fading?
Like a rose without the sun.
Or you’ll easily betray me,
Shoot me down from my gun.
Will you come to see me flying?
Back from earth up to the sky.
Or your new strategy of lying,
Will only put new questions-why,why,why?
Why? Why? Why?
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2019
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