Sitting in the Red Train

Life is so putrid for me every day
Dangerous sky by the ancient mead
We’re all too grateful
I can’t breath, this poison infects my blood
I’m drowning, but nobody can help me now
It’s too late, to stasy alive with open mind
I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…
I can’t fight, there’s nothing more to get back
I’m falling, and nobody can touch me now
It’s too late, to be again a stainless child
I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…
They are no innocent…
After all… Many years…
Flier lost mighty spell… There’s no time…
The belief in a miracle controls my mind
It didn’t really happen
You can do it without your faith
Spread your wings! Fly!
I don’t want to cheat
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to lie
Never again
I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to die
Did I saw in this pane cheerful eyes and strong faith
In justice and goodness in the world?
Of course…