I'm coughing up my blood all nights:
when I am gone you'll have to fight
you'll be the one who carries light
so don't let tears blunt your sight
Our life is like an endless flight
along this road made of dust
where all the traces swiftly lost
so we don't have a right for past
and all we have is starving lust
for someone else who we can trust
I'm sick you know i will be gone
You will continue way alone
and light will be the priceless gift
for those who you have overlived.
The Road
© Copyright: Заболотский Владимир, 2014
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