Last Hope
Again and again I rewind the cassette
To listen your voice once more.
Such moments always let me forget
What the Hell I’m dying for.
I wish that entire people around
Could hear my screams at nights.
I wish they’ll be able to find
Common sense instead of that fights.
They don’t know what’s dying for real.
They don’t care that I want to live.
I already can hear sounds of peal.
Except of last breath I have nothing to give.
Only you can help me live my last days
And your voice on the old cassette.
For me it’s so tender and grace.
If I’m wrong, forgive me for that.
This letter you will never read.
God will take me away from the earth.
Hope is the one that I need,
Hope makes me stay alive forth.
Thank you for all that you’ve done,
Though you will never find out
That I lived, cause I will be gone.
In saving one’s soul you shouldn’t be doubt.
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