Wounded children
Wounded children, wandering around the world, They work and talk, drink coffee with sugar or salt. It is vital for children to find Someone, to whom in the evening they come side by side... Wounded children, They hate the severe wind They can't stand quarrels, They are looking for a proper hinterland. In those, who walk beside These children need to see: "I need you just to be" Is it reality or our wonderland? Wounded children No way, They won't trust the heart, they won't open the door They are constantly "smart" Their parent once said: "Keep your back straight. Don't be afraid" Wounded children are walking the planet. They like taking photos, they say "nevermind" But all that we need is To sit next to someone, Stop chasing the duty Put it on mute... But all that we need is To exit that maze, And all that we need is a silent embrace...