I cannot see myself grow old now,
no happy future promised anyhow.
When I look back I do not have past.
It is this moment that will need to last.
Pink flowing colours was it mine to view?
White snowy colour that I saw as you.
The moon and stars that used to watch us,
they died so many years ago it would not last.
The grace and beauty that we both knew,
the strong and handsome that will not be you.
The tree is dying but it was for us
and smell of death around me, it will not pass.
I want my life I need it all back,
to sort all things to bring it all on track.
The music is fading but it played for us,
dream son and mother that could not last
Music fading
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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