Lost

Сергей Евгеньевич Мирзоев
Once upon a time
It used to be the same
Nor a single lie
Nor a singe shame.

Every time I cry
It's all about you
Whatever how I try
To simply get it through.

I'm falling on the ground
I'm raising up my hands
I have the only doubt:
Why God so soon it pasts?

I see the light on further,
I see you calling me.
It only drives me nervous -
I've lost my dignity.

And paths we used to hike
And road we used to drive
Are closed for the endless time
And well, so is my life...