We set sail away from world,
My life will be previous never,
Sail into mists unknown,
My life is lost forever.
A vessel made of torment,
A promise not to drown,
I feel no heartbeat pulsing,
Don't let my ship go down.
I long time was forgotten,
My spirit will keep sailing,
Inside my head is rotten
And weaker mind was failing.
There is no greater blessing,
Than being free from the chains.
Lost in the open waters,
Soaked by the pouring rain.
Carried by coldest winds,
We raise the sails up high,
My final journey beckons,
I'm falling down to die.
Hope dies, Live on forsaken,
This was a huge mistake,
Forever in seclusion,
Too weak, too far, too late.
27 Февраля 2017 Года
The Hope
© Copyright: Нечаев Максим, 2017
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