When someone dies he takes the part
From those who knew him,from their heart
He keeps this part inside his grave
And turns the others into slaves
By slaves I mean the ones who suffer
From the addiction that's enough for
Doing something wrong and frightful
To feel the ease that is delightful
Some try to fill this hole with love
But they will never have enough
No matter what they do it's tough
Their heart is filled with bitter slough
They seek support and understanding
In every single one around
They seek someone who's outstanding
The one who's ready to be found
They'll help to fill the empty hollow
Inside their heart once and for all
Just like the god from Greece Apollo
They'll heal the heart and free from thrall
But some of them can't find "the one"
And only time helps them to heal
They learn to live under the sun
Forget that once the yoke was real
empty hollow
© Copyright: Плетнев Сергей, 2016
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