The summer re-dressed into fall
I can see red leaves on the road
Everything’s changing after first sore
With memories hanging on the wall
Guitar sang with the rhythm of spoken words
I grieved over sun set with tweeting birds
“Full of broken pain!”
I’m trying to understand
Why this all happened
To all those people I called friends
Sitting on my chair
I’m trying to rid of pain
For the good of head
Just not to get mad but forget
Focused on the rain
Dropping so slow as my breath
I deprived of pain
Consuming my own existence
No one could save me
Stuck thorn is my broken pain
All’s fading away
By now that’s sign the ends of my times came
Guitar won’t fill the empty place after my death
Because of the hands of my fate I lost you, friends
As the sun got down from the sky
An angel lighted from the heights
Took my hand with all his grace and whispered
“It’s gonna be alright, my lonely friend.”
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