When spring has come
Everything comes back to life.
No one comes around
And hope was deprived
When you are a ghost and out of sight.
You live all alone
Where grass’s overgrown
What a shameless afterlife.
No one comes around
Ain’t feel sorry for your loss
There is lonely broken cross.
From time to time
There are people passing by
No one comes around
And hope was deprived
When you are a ghost and out of sight.
You did your whole life
Repetitive metalwork
For your family to survive.
And you never asked
To give something in return
You lived for the others
Since you were born.
When spring has come
Everything comes back to life.
No one comes around
Ain’t feel sorry for your loss
There is lonely broken cross.
18/04/26
Broken Cross
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