When your soul gets darker,
And your night gets longer,
When every inch of peaceful heart
Becomes a hole with flowers in the boarder,
When lying on a grassy plain
You're dreaming of alone by night
Is mask of evil full of pain -
Where no grass at all, and cold, and fight.
When emptyness you claim you are
Becomes a castle saving hope,
And courage you combine with pride
Is growing like a tree you guide,
You do not worry, calm yourself.
These jitters pass,
Until you try.
Your soul is beauty, just itself,
And heart with you, until you die.
Hopeless? из старого, 2013 год
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