Lord, give me power to chase my dream,
Old is my soul, it sees the world as it is.
I've been told to choose only the best,
Being brave to deny those things,
That lead us down, make us rest,
Being forgetful of the moment,
Undoubtfully to sleep, adoring dreams.
Instead I spend my time myself inspiring
To find some time to pay attention to the deeds,
That give me power ro accept the world,
That goes and grows, direction indeed is lost,
But spark inside of us, should ressurrection
Always find, making gold of copper, when the connection
With the real world is lost.
By Guslyakov Vladimir Illarionovich
Gold of real world
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