The grave behind your wings is empty.
Your shadow falls upon my soul.
The light we shared sondamnes the beauty
Of peace which lies deep down so cold.
He's quit eternal life,
Exchanged it for survival,
His mind recalls the voice of time
But no-one hears his empty bible.
The cross of loneliness and fear
Betrayed his hopes and happy laughing,
Engaged his wounded thoughts and tears
And left him there, where dwells her shadow.
his journey
© Copyright: Дарки, 2004
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