face to face
Clock hands have completed their way
This routine sometimes brings people to dismay
Should I live or play?
Who’s the author of my life script?
Is it me, or someone I saw when I dreamed?
Where’s the truth I need?
I need…
Under masks we hide our faces
And we try to clean up traces.
With head held high I’ll pass my route
I see what is bad and good
Just be with me and you will see
It’s our time and we will live it
Don’t afraid, I’m not defeated
Out of space and we are face to face
I don’t know how much time I have,
But bright colors will be added to this life
Tired of the strife
Flew away from tiny cage and
Saw the world that is expanded up to stars
Without fears and wars
No wars…
© Copyright: Мария Бабич, 2014
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