It’s no one’s fault
It’s strange that nature’s got my spirit,
Although the living couldn’t do the same,
This rain outside can talk to me, I hear it,
Its words are squeezing through the frame
Which is supposed to not let water in,
And though it’s dry inside the house where I am,
It’s wet inside the body, where it’s raining
Hard, too hard, that it has reached the stem
Where one is hidden, locked by elder brother,
Who wanted to protect a poor child,
Whose sufferings were not supposed to bother
The rest of people trying to deny that
Deep inside there is a rotten piece of wood,
That holds the whole their structure;
The others are high over - good,
But only one is down - Destruction
Is his name, but no one wants to hear it,
Cause it reminds of broken heart beneath,
Which’s far from roofs of thoughtful spirit,
But close to him - thrown out as if
It was his fault to be so descent and devoted,
To be in love and then in pain because of that,
And now he is downstairs under the grot
That was built up for not to feel regret
About what happened and did not,
Cause it’s too tough to see your building falling,
And that is why they build their own plot,
Where only one is out of the main story.
It is much easier to build a roof for thoughts
And put your heart beneath the building,
But do you think that it will make the most
Desirable of yours stay down like it is guilty?
