He died at the dawn
When the sun was just rising
And the new life was starting.
Here he was just a pawn
Choked Outside
Broken Inside
He managed to live
He had his own air
And he breathed
So hungrily
And he cried
So bitterly
In the utmost darkness
There's always a sparkle
The fire will burn.
Oh, one day we will learn
And see
How real the pain can be.
R. I. P
© Copyright: Смирнова Мария Сергеевна, 2009
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