I made myself a dream to follow
That no one can to make it true
Because their lives are used to swallow
And they’re afraid to going through
The loneliness, despair and worries,
And fear, and waiting for the shift,
While others make another stories
But you must wait a promised gift.
When you must see a happy lovers
Who walking on the razor-edge,
Because for now there’s only flowers
But never is a unbroken pledge.
Because a love is not a duty,
It’s not a war or traitor’s knife,
It makes myself to find a beauty
That no one see in daily life.
I made myself a dream to follow...
© Copyright: Исаков Александр, 2017
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