A peaceful rest
behind the walls of home.
As soon as I leave it
I feel forsaken and forlorn
My warmed by love
And hopeful soul
Begins to understand
Heres no one whos able to love
Hiding my bitter tears
and dreaming about my precious land
where everything will be differently
and a withered rose will be alive not dead,
I still suffering, but strive to the end
I still live, watching the pictures in grey
I still dream and live by fantasy,
and I wait for the coming of new days
Who can give you a shelter?
Who can caress? Who can calm?
They give you only a cold shoulder
every time as soon as you come.
With the hope to find an ideal world
that must look like a fairy-tale
I write my pain-born poetic word
I want to be saved but not to fail!
In spite of the praise Im getting the scorn,
I want to make friends but once more I am gone!
In spite of the aim Ive got a broken hope!
In spite of the gladness I have a deep bitter thought!
Im tired to feel like crying,
Im tired to keep bitter feel,
but all those feelings mean
That the kind is still alive within!
Im able to love, I able to dream,
to cry, to create, to avoid the sin
to be not like all blindfold crowd,
to be the one with a stronger heart.
That makes me feel better and save my belief
in another good times, in myself and in dreams
8.01.08.
