Give me my wings,
Teach me to fly,
Give me a reason
Why should I die.
Never could see you
As that day you came,
You were so poor,
You weren’t still so brave.
Your hand was so shaking,
Your breath was too fast,
I couldn’t see anger,
It was only fright.
All things went so quickly,
I couldn’t escape,
I couldn’t save myself,
I couldn’t save man…
But hope is for better,
So I’m gone away…
Confession of a Spirit
© Copyright: Елена Шпаковская, 2007
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