My sailboat’s floating in the sea
Of meaningless and useless tears,
And storming weather doesn’t seem
To stop
I yell, but no one hears
My cry for help, - and they won’t come
To take me home, away from harm,
And keep me safe and give me warmth
They’ll live me floating on my boat.
My boat’s stuck in a deadly calm
And I don’t know what I’ve become
But I’m just gonna swim to reach the land
It doesn’t matter, how and when
I’ll touch whatever continent,
I have to hope, there’ll be a hand to lend
2005
Meaningless
© Copyright: Тунгусбек Вададаев, 2006
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