I ll find my home among the dark.
The source of light will be a spark,
Which burned my heart for many years.
My country is in a state of mess.
I ll find my home among the stars
And sorrow never will touch us.
But loneliness grasped my soul.
I give to darkness valid bow.
I ll lose my home among the war.
My frightful truth will spilled on heart.
And every step will give me faith.
This bloody world is not for grace.
I ll find my home
© Copyright: Азат Саттаров, 2010
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