If there’s a better place to live
I’m sure – it’s somewhere nearby
The world’s bizarre and mindless people
Keep on up grabbing on their side
How did we come to this?
How did we reach that point?
I’m not that sure of what I missed
So better let that goin’…
I’m getting older day to day,
I have less things to say
I did forget what is your name,
In other – I’m the same.
Some stuff still pouring from my head,
But those not tears at all,
Regardless what’s been heard or said
I’ve got that thing called soul.
I’ve got the heart still going on,
And eyes with which I see,
That all that was supposed to fall
Still coming back to me.
english thoughts
© Copyright: Антон Поспелов, 2004
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