Doors of brain

Дмитрий Никитенко
The sun don’t shine
The cloudy sky
My soul is like bird’s cage.

My broken heart
And your cruel words
Strip me by light in the stage

The day is done
Your choice was wrong
Just spread your wings and go on

Remember love
Decide to live
Be free of pain and believe


* The time can heal    
  Unreal pill
  The grain of sand    
  Is in my hand

  Enter the broken   
  Doors of brain
  Enter the broken   
  Doors of reason again