the century was bent us down
no matter: cancuffs or a crown
just horses, no more unicorn
we just forget for what we born
a roads dark, and our skies cruel
forget a friendship, we choose duel
to win mean more, than to be right
we losing all, whan start a fight
the century was makes us fool
distort our souls, impose new rule
no matter how this crime was done
I was born to being unicorn
and I prefer to see the light
take a step back and stop the fight
and I will hope, what at one day
I'll find a truth, I'll find my way
unicorn
© Copyright: Легкая Ложь, 2023
Свидетельство о публикации №123042502215
Свидетельство о публикации №123042502215
Рецензии