Ekaterina Polischuk (20.08.1987)
My eyes are empty with your dreadful light,
They are just scared by your silent voice.
Your mind is closed, for my thoughts it is tight.
But I can say you should to make your choice.
My way is long and difficult could be.
You are alone with broken muggy past.
You are a slave but being almost free,
My way is full of changes, it`s not fast.
We`re looking now the happiness in life,
But it`s illusive if you nothing say,
I have a dream, you have a sharp knife
To kill your gloom… And in my mind to stay…
My path is still a big decisive task,
For me it means to keep my fate in hands,
For you it is to angels talker mask,
Now we`re alive and have become the friends.
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