The child, who almost died, but still alive,
The child of destiny and fears
Your tears come down in sadness,
The child of somebody`s life,
The survival, saviour of lost souls
Your dreams are dark and thoughts are tight,
The child of the past,
You fly in sky and try to be in light,
You are the prisoner of beauty,
A lot of people look desire yours,
A many years you hide your eyes
And wish your body lots of generations,
You suffer from the pain and cruel words,
The child of cold heart can`t smile,
The child, who is not an angel, not a demon,
But the child of black living world.
18.11.07
Clean creation
© Copyright: Лолита Аветисян, 2007
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