You're pretty as sun,
Which shining so well.
You're cruel as war,
Which getting to hell.
You're killing a soul,
But living a pain.
I can't stand no more,
For me it's like rain.
Sometimes you wake up,
With a horrored scream.
And always I calm,
That it was just dream.
You're looking for goal,
Of your perfect life.
I'm looking for home,
And wonderful wife.
А.Федоренко©