This life is stuck and strain
And rushes through my veins to bring a lot of pain
Again and again and again!
It’s better not to think – the future hides in deep
The world looks empty space,
So I’m too far from grace. (and I’m so far from grace)
I still can feel it now and matter’s in a “how”
What there lies beneath and sins which underneath.
Please come to see my face - you've got another taste.
I used believe in sense, but passion's burning up from the embrace.
I’ve tried to stay behind, to throw it all away
But it is still inside and spinning on my way…
We both already know that something’s creeping slow.
It’s not about you or me -
So tell: "how could this ever be?"
Far from grace
© Copyright: Ксения Садовская, 2019
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