Her story..

The clock is ticking slowly, and the night had shown

And the beautiful dream It seems  that she'd forgotten

The deep silence stopped  dripping when hitting,

The big drops of cold  tears on a sheet were glued

No sigh, no sob in the frozen night

But the silent remained for a splashed tear ..

But it's not  her way, is just a journey to the sun,

Because it's written her destiny - she's immortal.

Even if she made a halt,and stopped fighting..

And very often she fell and felt defeated,

It is not her destiny, is all written with blood  because ....

She paid the price much too high ... She`ll win!!!!

Do not cry sad face of an angel, do not hurt yourself

Look at the love that on a cross was broken.

Watch the blood that flowed from hard deep wounds

And all this are enough for you to fly to Him
 

Silence of the night is not hard when the morning comes

And the clock`s ticking are divine vocal cords.

Whole sky, came down a tear to wipe

And to correct her steps when to the sky..., she forgot to fly