On Fire, or The Wounds To Mend

Никита Сверчков
They say, just one of hundreds millions
They say, a pebble on the beach
A man among the gods and villains
A brick to step into the breach

Awake at night, observing, scheming
And dreaming under lullaby
Of rising sun, fumbling for meaning
To build your castles in the sky

They do not know about your searches
Ain’t underestimate your mind,
Your own work, alight-set torches
The mechanisms you used to wind

They say whoever and whatever
A tear a waterfall, no end
So set your world on fire for ever 
For those left stranded wounds to mend