If I could fly, where I’d flew?
South toward the sun?
Or North where I know I’d meet you...
I am confused by the choice.
I am stalled by the decision.
Can’t walk ‘cause my feet nailed to the floor.
Can’t see ‘cause I am within four walls.
And I think it is time for me to act,
I think it is just about time...
If only I could reach this sky,
If only I could touch this night,
Maybe I’d believe in you.
If I could fly, where I’d flew?
South toward the rolling dawn sun?
Or North where I know for sure now,
I’ll finally can meet you...
March 19, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
One Day
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2006
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