Little by little, quiet and subtle
Almost in slow motion
I realize I am loosing this battle
Loosing your love and devotion.
Night after night laying in darkness
Missing your lovely smile
All I have left is fear and sadness,
A Sentence without a Trial.
Minute by minute days disappear
Ripples on cold water
Even the heaven will shed its tears
For our unborn daughter.
Drop after drop it will rain down
Day after day, for ages
All of our dreams will soon drown
Lost in unturned pages.
The sad song
© Copyright: Анатолий Макаров, 2008
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