No matter how wide, no matter how far
Mind over the body, moon under the star
Woods before trees and blood over water;
Don't cry and don't judge, don't worship and falter
Who is she, the goddess, while you drawing breath
She is one and lonely, and her name is death
She's goddess; of sorrow and clearest of skies
She stares, like a lion, through your own eyes
She comes and she takes, be you petty or brave
Be free or enslaved - her mercy is grave
Sing, oh warrior
Louder, clearer
Crashing through the uneven tide
See your story
In scarred mirror
Laws of others do not abide
Bow is cracking and water churning
Great is ocean and fast are winds
You swim through it, for greatness yearning
As the planet through darkness spins
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2018
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