Help me
Help me, I can't find my way,
I don't know where is my road,
Help me, I am turned off today,
It's very cold.
Break me down, can you do it yourself?
You in danger, I come as I am.
Winds are blowing. You will be safe
so far away from them.
Help me, I can't find the door
Through that I can go out.
I don't want victims anymore,
Too many things buried.
When you will vanished in the dark
Can I see your real eyes?
Say: goodby and good luck.
And run through whole your life.
За стихотворение голосовали: v2810475: 5 ; Агибалов Олег: 5 ; Махова: 5 ; Наиль Бикметов: 5 ;
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дата:2011-04-30 14:06
Прочесть не смог, но на всякий случай ставлю "5"
Канун праздника все-таки.
дата:2011-04-30 14:47
"Jesus said to him: “I am the way and the truth and the life."(Библия, Иоанна 14:6), - Perhaps, it is the best vital reference point
дата:2011-04-30 14:55
дата:2011-04-30 15:08
насчёт "протестантизма" не поняла ... если честно))
дата:2011-04-30 14:53
дата:2011-04-30 15:04
дата:2011-04-30 16:31
I need somebody
Help!
Not Just anybody
Help!
You know I need somebody
Help!
J.Lennon
дата:2011-04-30 20:00