Hey you, Mr. Dead,
Why are you so sad?
Don’t you know that you are free
Like a falling leaf of an autumn tree?
Don’t you know you broke the chains
Even though it took great pains.
Now you fly up in the sky
Like a yellow butterfly.
And you look down to the ground,
You see nobody around.
You were alone in empty world,
Nobody to love, nobody to hold,
Now you are free, the king of the will,
You have the power your wish to fulfill.
So you see Mr. Dead, don’t be so sad.
Death is the power, Death is not bad.
24.05.08.
Mr. Dead
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2011
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