You are filled with something
Pressure is gripping you
Open the window,
shout to the silence
Some wretched words
some fragile sentences
That will stay still,
world scorch them with the glow

Something annoys you
smile disappears out of your face
Burned out eyes
tears change to the nothing

You cursed the life of made up days
You want to fly to the dreamed paradise
through evil morning

You give me hand, your time is here
You'll not go alone
I want to with you again
In turned grey heaven is silk array
White wings, beautiful fall, downfall up

You are desperate, I don't want to lose
There are some chances, gate's not closed

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