The highway of the life
Is crossed by paths of failure
You’re lookin’ in the mirror, brushin’ hair
To memory, that’s filled with bitter stuff
Of tears, disappointment, freezing fear,
That come and later never let you go,
But nobody your cry for help will hear,
So stride ahead and no wind let you bow…
© Hasmik Movsisyan
Åðåâàí - 2002