As a Lamb

As a lamb going for rather cutting, She was dragging him with a chain, Bitter than a gall and deeply suffering, His soul was lying in a groove pain. He - being patient in silence and deeply sad, She - with a yoke, comprising his empty soul, He – accusing the pain in his body and head, She – discovering that for him it was only a role. But he didn` t want, his prejudice could not agree To see the failure of his house as a loneliness` tree And he couldn`t become again that young man free, Though, with money, he couldn`t buy his soul serenity, The dreams and the life from his heart eternity, And… he couldn`t save… his freedom dignity. As a lamb going for rather cutting than living, He - day by day was feeling as a loneliness` being, But his partner was not observing his heart empting, Being blinded by possessions, fortune achieving, And, selfish, with obstinacy, his life was dragging, And finally…. he couldn`t live anymore without dreaming. As some lambs going for only cutting, So many ephemera couples live together, A painful life and their feelings` fighting, Though fate didn`t ask to be as one for ever. But they have money, fortune and power – increasingly, Lies, compromises, pains and sorrows - eternally.