(Inspired by Kansas’s Dust in the Wind)
My time has come,
Nothing can prevent me from my falling down.
Above’s the sun,
Many things I’ve lost and they cannot be found,
All is gone to never be found.
Try to hold on,
But can’t feel my hands, I know soon I’ll be gone.
It’s my last song.
Who can tell me now if never I was wrong?
Is it true I never was wrong?
I try to scream,
No one hears my cries, at least it’s what it seems.
I had a dream,
But before it came true ‘twas gone with the wind.
Why was’t all carried by the wind? Nothing to do,
Pity that before I die I can’t see you.
My love was true,
Wonder if in your heart there will be a rue,
Think yourself if I’m worth your rue.
12.03.98
97. On the Edge
© Copyright: Феликс Ремов, 2020
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