And we, who sometimes have to struggle,
When tensions rise; when passions roar,
Rebuilding ego out of rubble,
When hardships hammer at our door.
In darkened rooms, with future - hollow,
With bitter pills - so hard to swallow,
With just the seasons at our side,
We somehow learn to find the light.
Despite the pain and our disdain,
The empty spaces and the rain,
We reach and manage to maintain
...We reach and manage to maintain...
The Sky.
Ciel M Maintenir
© Copyright: Вадим Ситняковский, 2017
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