There stands the broken man, In his world of illusions. The lost spirit without demands Leaves him rest in confusion. He rised from the bottom Up to the highest top, But like the rest in this world, His luck once had to stop. The day of sorrow had to come. Damn all of it, The hope, deception and love. The hurricane of life Slowly blew him away, To teh spy - memory, Who made him a slave. The broken man of broken will Has lost it all, His expectations, his love, teh thrill, Once, it had to fall. On the top of the cliff, Ready to jump, I saw him stand Repeating these words: "Tomorrow is a new day" (But not for the broken man).Birth sign: Cancer
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