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In embrace of restless night

Thousand thoughts and only one...only one

Her prisoner in chains of sorrow, suffering

And at the same time anger, fear... an nothing

What became poison in my soul

Where is the flame for frozen throng

Of souls...in this world

We are worthy

We are guns and targets for all of us

And please, mainly for ourselves

We are not... worthless

There is no rose without sharp thorns

So not even success without work

Shape of darkness and light in our heart

Key to the doors...the way from thorns..

In verses...in words