I open the windows of my small apartment
And watch how the sun kisses tender the sky.
I'm full of the sorrows, pretending I'm standing,
But everyone says that I'm actually fine.
I open my memories - a box of some photos
Where I am among odd thoughts and old friends.
Four steps to the edge. Four steps to the falling.
You know, that I wonder how this sunset ends.
I wonder if I can be better by morning
And maybe tomorrow will start with a smile,
And I will be able to find a beginning,
And find a new way if I run one more mile.
I open the windows
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