Each were crossing through own hell.
Each were shocked by fate's bells.
And somebody throw up one's cards,
But somebody crawl up crushing nails.
If had fallen to the pit.
Stand up from lap,
Try to get again on the top,
Try to bridge the gap.
Broke your shell.
Get out from hell.
Toil along in blood and bitterness,
Pulling out splinters of weakness,
Stapling black sores on the soul.
Hard duty should be paid by whole.
If had fallen to the pit.
Stand up from lap,
Try to get again on the top,
Try to bridge the gap.
Broke your shell.
Get out from hell.
Get out from hell
© Copyright: Дубовик Никита Александрович, 2011
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