Haunting me is sad glory.
My second name became melancholy.
I have to tell you - sorry.
Because there will not be happy story.
This started when I was a kid.
When was cute and laughed loudly.
I still had no idea what I need.
And imagine what lies ahead could hardly.
And growing up was so painful,
After all, adults usually separated wings,
And they are not able to see a rainbow,
Coming after the rains and winds.
Today I was already twenty years old.
I had never have felt so myself devastated.
Was not around of those who told,
That it is possible all recreated.