Dear love,

In this moment,
our steps feel familiar,
like we’ve danced here before.

Words feel familiar,
like we’ve sung them before.

The air feels familiar,
like we’ve breathed it before.

My dearest,
your lips feel familiar,
like we’ve kissed before,
in another time,
another life.

Tell me, love,
do you feel it too?
Or am I alone
in this déjà vu?

The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.

When the pain takes over, lemme heal with you,
When it feels like everyones against you, I'll fight beside you,
When lifes hard, i feel you,
When you feel all alone, I'll be there with you.
I've been there too, all alone,
Now I'm grown, now i'm known,
As the girl who overcame the anger and pain,
The girl who kept sane, kept the anger and pain contained,
I'm with you, 'cause I've been there too,
And I've lived through, and i'm seeing the beautiful view,
The pains washed away, so listen, you got a decision,
Put away that gun, this life to you has been givin',
I'll help you, all the way through, but theres 1 condition,
You gotta live.
Take my hand, oh, i know this lifes ******,
Don't be scared, i'll teach you to withstand,
Life is hard, and the journey is not easy,
But don't worry, i'll be with you completely.

Nowadays, those who are tough in tough destinies, as if they had become slippers, who had to kiss their legs and *****, because - secretly - they know more and more; Praise, petty premiums, pathetic laurels have never been given for free or just salary.

Fair work - if at all - has long been gone. Only fake-lieing, tinsel, small-style, small-style little practices, which usually took the big average to easily scam everyone on the backboard.

The prophets of truth and wisdom were retreated into their mole-like caves because they found that the mass-massed people of the modern age had intentionally turned their backs not only to the archangels' crooks, but also to the Jericho trombones, as well as manipulated Cassandra.

The dog's wounded palms trained in a tablet, the dog is not even curious; In the drunkenness of their daily drunkenness, they are crushed by their daily work abundance Stathanov's chips. The stolen life scatters fragments of rocks because it would be in vain to reuse the majority raw material. Human wildlife is forced to knees by the higher idiot leadership.

Until the unexpected day of their death, they carry their marshmallows with forced, indifferent resignation, and while the PlayStation, gadget-manic new donkey generation turns the back of the good man, just like the universal values ​​of books, culture, the Atlantic-flowered sighs of romance.

On the rockets of Katyusa wings, the nuclear, uncertain future trembling, rumbling over our heads; And while cells, billions of molecules, are in a moment into nucleus, perhaps the human feelings that are thought to be eternal, loyal, are breaking, increasing themselves to more than millions of particles in the confused presence!